morning angel

it is the black

that shows me white

and in the dark

I see the light

no sorrows  stay without a hope

that I may find

the jewels of the night….

the angel of the dark asleep

the angel of the morn does weep

for

joy

and

scatters golden gems

into the morning mist,

they lay like jewels at my feet…

it is the black that showed me white

it is the dark that showed me light

it is the dawn that showed me hope

and

through hope of morn

a morning angel I did meet...

iW 29.August,2011