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Joy
Guest
The Coming of Day
by Joy Tucker
The disregarded deeds of each new day
Unnoticed by the calm of sun's bright rise
The warmth of touch where sleeping lover's lay
A soft reflection hides behind blue eyes.
The sweeping cool of morning's gentle breeze
Uncovering the decency of life
When only God with wide eyes swiftly sees
The banishment of day's insurgent strife
The stars of night sky wait with open arms
Refreshing hope and promises to come
A galaxy of recognition charms
We settle in and wait for day's sweet hum
Our sanctity and soul have taken flight
Returning once again when daylight strikes.
by Joy Tucker
The disregarded deeds of each new day
Unnoticed by the calm of sun's bright rise
The warmth of touch where sleeping lover's lay
A soft reflection hides behind blue eyes.
The sweeping cool of morning's gentle breeze
Uncovering the decency of life
When only God with wide eyes swiftly sees
The banishment of day's insurgent strife
The stars of night sky wait with open arms
Refreshing hope and promises to come
A galaxy of recognition charms
We settle in and wait for day's sweet hum
Our sanctity and soul have taken flight
Returning once again when daylight strikes.