Mornings Dawn Morning shows its glowing face
As bright as a crystal vase
In what words can I choose to
explain its vibrant show
but to choose not to say but to just let go
though words are the truth betold nothing
would compare to those said by you
to me in truth but I choose not to answer
your plea to me but to keep silent in your company
Though the words not to be
you spoke to me in lights sea of dawning glow
but I love you non the less
in the morning glow
By: Risa Kerii Jensen
Copyright ©2000 Risa Jensen