TO SCULP MORNING
You left me taking away
Kisses sweet and long lasting
Thrust of your love gone astray
Banished to hours of longing
Gold clouds of sunset shape
An evening fit for a lover's plate
I supp on tears of ducting tape
Unable to fix this sad fate
A beautiful moon once acclaimed
Is lost to a hazy night's sky
Tonight again would've exclaimed
Were not his treacle words a lie
Ah, but dreams are locked out
For blissful sleep is more healing
Than wasteful time without a doubt
Doors against betrayal unyielding
Tomorrow's first bird song kiskadee
I can sing my name to
With poetic words I shall shape thee
Morning; joyful i will carve too
© gillena cox [written in 2022; edited for today's dVerse challenge, first posting today]
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