The morning does come early
Chasing away the dreams of
My desires in a better place
Of being in which one has no
Physicality to be seen but
Only the presence of the
Essence of the beauty of
Being in all that we are
In our natural energy state
But the morning does bring
That harshness of realities
Dawn with the requirement
Of breath and the rushing
In of those physical needs
To drown out the singing
Of ages as we are called
Back to our beginnings that
Former state of being in
The morning does come early
To me