Mourning September

Glorietta

Mourning September


Overnight You take away the weeping, 
wake me from my sleeping and I greet the morning light. 
Overwhelmed I turn my face to see you, 
Once again I'm free to live my Glorietta life. 
The sun rises on me in the morning without regard to emotion 
If I cry myself to sleep, 
is it swollen eyes that cause me not to see? 
What if I cried myself asleep tonight, separate from You? 
You still beckon in the morning, every morning. 
I won't be separate from you.