In the morning, sun skated the mist.
At noon, it seared the stained glass
And in the evening, it sank
Yesterday’s ripples move today’s sea.
Afternoon’s wind brings tomorrows cloud.
This night’s stars light forever’s sky.
But I won’t compare you to a summer’s day,
Or a winter’s morning,
Because even they will pass away.
I shan’t call you a star,
Guardian of our sky,
Because I know that one day,
they will die.
But like a sun set in rhyme,
Sea shown in soliloquy
Or star serenaded in lyric,
When I write you into words,
Personify you with prose,
And frame you in meter,
Forever you’ll be,
In the morning, my sleepy smiling story teller.