Early Morning

The room is filled with the darkness of light,
My mind with the thinking of you
The sound of nothing in the air
But your voice I still hear
I laugh, I cry
Your not here
So where are you when I am in need?
Such emotion, I forget
Belongs not to men you have picked.
Taking off my cape, I knightly bow
Placing it over your troubled ground
I with my soiled cape in hand
Watch you stroll by into the land.

Larry Mixson