the morning was so long ago
it has grown old before its time
it creeps along like old men do
the new born sun reached out for day
so restless for its hopeful climb
to claim a victory at noon
but then its tears began to fall
for it could see its resting place
the far horizon of the sea
and as I watch it disappear
a world away someone awakes
to greet another infant day
perhaps the coming night reveals
the secret of infinity
as morning breaks across the sea
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