[NicknamedBob]

Mornings We Left Behind

This world cocoons us oh so well,
That it is difficult to tell,
What is the substance, what the soul.
So quickly do we lose control.

When we have risen, and we’ve flown,
To other lands to make our own,
Parts of us we thought were not,
Will serve to show what we forgot.

The world we left remains inside,
In rhythms of a surging tide.
Our bio-clocks must then unwind,
Through mornings we have left behind.

NicknamedBob . . . August 03, 2006

[Soaring Feather]

Mornings We Left Behind



Bob this is absolutely fabulous, it sings so well.