In the silence of morning, a whisper I hear.
A voice so familiar, yet spoken unclear.
An echo that beckons me follow it here.
But hauntingly clever, to never appear.
In the darkness of morning, a vision I see.
A shimmer protecting a great mystery.
Sparkling beauty that begs to be free.
Ever exclusive, but elusive to me.
In the clutches of morning, A touch that I feel.
Caressing, expressing the need to be real.
Soothing the heart that longs to be healed.
Holding the promise of futures, surreal.
In the cold light of morning, reality's curse.
Dreaming the better, expecting the worse.
I open my eyes revealing the first
of a thousand more mornings. My morning occurs.
Dan Wilson Jr 12.24.08
Noose
Here in the fog of the coming of dawn
but still in the wake of the night.
Were it not for the glow of the torches below
my body could forget my plight.
This pain can't be real, it's all that i feel
I fight just to take my next breath.
I now feel the weight of my life and my fate
as the noose has its way with my neck.
@2005 Dan Wilson Jr.
Would you?
Would you live a worthless life,
or die a noble death?
Would you breathe this awful stench,
or would you hold your breath?
Would you fill the world with lies,
to make an empty truth?
and will you welcome ages cries,
or steal the gift of youth?
Would you sing the songs of war,
or preach the words of peace?
take from he who has the most
or those who have the least.
Would you build a world of hate
to please the ones you've loved,
or would you dare to contemplate
this would not be enough.
Would you stand for what is just
or would you just stand down?
would you take the cowards path
or will you hold your ground?
would you be a shining light
for those still in the dark,
fade into obscurity
or will you leave your mark?
Would you be a different one,
or will you be the same?
would you follow namelessly,
or will we know your name?
Copyright ©12017 Daniel Wilson jr
The peeking sun at twilight's door
the waking of the morn.
Blossoms forth to shine upon
another day reborn.
So quietly it brings new life
to choirs of the earth
and harmonize with sound and sight
for mornings grand rebirth.
A lonely dew drop glistens on
the petal of a rose.
Soon to join the hazy fog in
the retreat that darkness chose.
Mornings magical masterpiece
so wondrous to behold.
Reflections of a world at peace
and miracles untold.
A gentle breeze to caress the form
of mother natures face.
Uplifting leaves of majestic trees
in a beautiful embrace.
The whispers of a mountain stream
a babbling applause.
Echoes thru this symphony
in natures concert halls.
Dan Wilson Jr 12.30.08