Good Morning Glory

A morning call to the wind, 

A gentle hum and beat of wing,

A soft voice washing over,

Won’t you let me in little bird 

Hushed into silence.
It felt the pain in his heart lessen

Less than a dull ache, wanting it to vanish

Raising it’s head turning to meet

A sweet face, to his beautiful eyes,

To the good morning glory,

Not realizing just how much
They had missed each other. 
A heart that ached and watched 

A chest that heaved in anticipation

A soul that craved one to the other

For a need that remained 

By another completely filled. 

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