Morning Sky, still full of night,
in the dark cradled Moon and his light.
She gazed at his face, so full of grace,
together they soared to new heights.
And, all the while, Wind blew with a smile,
hoping Dawn to beguile.
Morning Sky, in distance descried
a horizon beset with new lights.
They blew on, one by one, waking up Sun,
as creatures and daytime incite.
And, all the while, Wind blew with a smile,
hoping Dawn to beguile.
Morning Sky, began to lose sight
of Moon’s smile and his radiant white.
The winds of change, released heavy rains,
that fell with Sky’s tears so contrite.
And, all the while, Wind blew with a smile,
hoping Dawn to beguile.
Morning Sky, helped songbird take flight,
as to Moon she whispered, “good night”.
Wind, she forgave, as she does each day,
Took pity on his lonely plight.
For in the while, Dawn blew by with a smile,
as ever, on winds of denial.
And, all the while, Sky smiled a sure smile,
awaiting Moon’s twilight revival.
~ smj
Waiting, by Norah Jones
Samantha Mariah Jane 