Thought at Morning
I woke,
Touched by an unexpressed thought
And tried to capture it before it passed away. . .
But I could not.
I wish
That some dark pre-dawn morn
I could wake before myself and feel its pulse
As it is born.
I woke,
Touched by an unexpressed thought
And tried to capture it before it passed away. . .
But I could not.
I wish
That some dark pre-dawn morn
I could wake before myself and feel its pulse
As it is born.