Sunrise

There is no Sunrise, we just turn
looks can be deceiving
Is the love he’s giving you
the love you are receiving

There is no Sunset, we just turn
looks can be deceiving
Is the love she’s giving you
the love you are receiving

I do not wish, I only hope
that all may see what’s theirs
To feel the warmth of sun above
and find the one who cares

May 1996

Posted in Poetry.