Epiphany.

A breath of whispered Sorrow
Creaking through cracks of dawn
Tell me theres no Morrow-
Infectious as a Yawn.

Lights game plays twice
as those eyes flutter wide
an empty lifes the price
When emotions one does Hide.

A climbing ladder for two
and a Rope cut for One
What is one to Do?
When the other one is Done?

When one gives up
But the other does stay
and soon the fight is lost
Because both go the other way.

And a breeze still extends
across light feathered Skin-
to be happy all Depends
on a Choice from Within.

A breath of whispered Sorrow
Creaking through cracks of dawn
Tell me theres no Morrow-


Infectious as a Yawn.