Mourning.

Morning breaks like hearts apart
nightfall's tears lay on the grass
hope does say through warming rays
that this too soon shall pass
The day gives grace in knowing
that another has been shared
morning still belongs to night
and asks for time be spared
Wait the lengthy day to find
in afternoon came kisses
settled for the moment
though she often reminisces
Morning understands the span
days are long by great divides
Still nothing keeps the morning
nor the night from what's inside
The eve found them together
day apart then then time does pass
the night is his each evening
leaving tears upon the grass.

Evenings Silhouette

To chase the evening's silhouette
that shadow of perfection,
a hinting breeze upon my lips
gives tips to her direction.
For on the storied midnight
did her shade befall my eyes,
I chase the evening's silhouette
til death or love's demise.
Purposed infatuation
a moment passed by heaven's grace,
given and reliving
every line upon her face.
Unmarred as I'm unsettled
place the chance on no regret,
that shadow of perfection
chasing evening's silhouette.