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Morning calls the day well ahead of itself,

A new day for ageing year’s inner self,

No crime on the horizon of deep fears,

Just a sun arising from sleepless tears,

Tracing the face of such a nice calm day,

Misty choice dawns upon clarity’s way,

The heart and soul of October consoles,

Whose sunbeams hit the road of driven goals,

Without a shadow light behind us leads,

Now all is well, all is clear, life proceeds,

Mid-morn accustoms the norm with routine,

Till we spin seeking direction to glean,

For our turn, our choice, our newly-found voice,

Steers constant, journeying prayer can rejoice,

In light of hope blessing wrong turns with signs,

Those thoughts have recourse where Autumn still shines,

Beyond social confines, extend belief,

In life, in love, in every falling leaf,

The time comes to all upon a last breath,

Such survival in fighting to the death,

For the good in humanity exists,

Beyond social disorder that persists,

Though neither programmed nor tempted by fate,

It has the potential to destroy hate.

03 October, 2014

©Daniel Brooks-Laurent

Description

Morning calls the day well ahead of itself,

A new day for ageing year’s inner self,

No crime on the horizon of deep fears,

Just a sun arising from sleepless tears,

Tracing the face of such a nice calm day,

Misty choice dawns upon clarity’s way,

The heart and soul of October consoles,

Whose sunbeams hit the road of driven goals,

Without a shadow light behind us leads,

Now all is well, all is clear, life proceeds,

Mid-morn accustoms the norm with routine,

Till we spin seeking direction to glean,

For our turn, our choice, our newly-found voice,

Steers constant, journeying prayer can rejoice,

In light of hope blessing wrong turns with signs,

Those thoughts have recourse where Autumn still shines,

Beyond social confines, extend belief,

In life, in love, in every falling leaf,

The time comes to all upon a last breath,

Such survival in fighting to the death,

For the good in humanity exists,

Beyond social disorder that persists,

Though neither programmed nor tempted by fate,

It has the potential to destroy hate.

03 October, 2014

©Daniel Brooks-Laurent