White Mornings

bw Frampton
Sometimes the sunrise
is my best friend
and on others, I curse
its very light.
White mornings -
when I open my eyes
to a day where nothing
is written in stone.
I could walk tomorrow
and no one would ever find me -
if my eyes open to a white morning.
My voice in this world,
mere phantoms behind walls -
if a white morning breaks my sleep.
A walk among friends,
lovers and enemies -
all of whom have forgotten my face,
but feel me in gooseflesh
as I pass them by...
...if, God willing, a white morning ever fucking finds me.

Published by bw Frampton

I am a proud father of three children and husband of one in Small Town, Ohio. I enjoy lifting weights, reading, writing and observing people. I am now a full time student, majoring in Electrical Technology.  View profile

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  • dawn9/15/2008

    nice poem. give me a call bro.

  • 3lilangels9/14/2008

    What a great poem!!

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