FW: Some more poems

This one goes with some song that goes
du-nuh. pause du-nuh- pause-du,dun,dun,dun,Du-uhn.


Softly, and slowly, and gently rises the morn.
Carefully, and thoughtfully, it brings to pas the dawn.
Glowing, emeralds flowing, the earth begins to wake
Breathing, its fist breath, of the day that’s to partake.

Gently, and softly, it rises from the shadow
Cheery, yes cheery, the gloomy world awakes

Beaming, its steaming, the sun begins to break,
Shining, its brightness upon a sleepy world.



My favorite color
My favorite color is sleep,
It is something painted on black canvas,
A black canvas that hopefully stretches for miles.
The brilliance of light comes from the contrast of color on dark.
Dream globes arise, manifesting worlds yet unseen, lands yet unexplored.
And best of all is the scent of the paint as it dries and refreshes all.

Yes my favorite color is sleep,
Though I don’t paint with it much,
I’ll have to learn to spend more time at it,
Or just get a blowtorch.