Morning’s Serenade

As I gather the pieces
between the now
and what was then
without the wonder
of what should’ve been.
I’ve come to discover
the missing piece
of life and its little puzzle.
Taken aback from
a thought befuddled
with a wish in one hand
—conviction the other
it dawned upon me
that I should
no longer bother
to stand inclined
with the nonsense
from which I juggle.
For the truth she lays
sharp and silent
upon this beautiful morning
right next to me
where we used to be.
So I shall lay here
with the beautiful mess
that pushes me
towards the being of my best,
or should I wait to hear
—maybe finally see
the song that serenades
this morning so free
sing right through me?
BeLove © 2018

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