may the morning last forever

As the sun rises, my mind races in panic to remember its youth,
as it slowly reveals the moisture parading atop the grass.
The memories of fate and long-forgotten dreams
rest deep beneath the lawn of bright green,
Battles have been won, others just fought
I know not what this day or the next will bring.
All I wish is for this red sun to remain
and to the mockingbird, may he continue to sing.

I sip my first cup of coffee to the coming of the first morning breeze
The roast seems almost majestic as I lay back in mesmerizing pain.
I clasp the mug tight to my palm, my knuckles locked tight to the final stage in the freeze.
I look down into the mug and dread the emptiness I am bound to see.

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