Sunrise Messiah

 

With the sound turned soft as the night
I look at my hands, they’re so far away.
I just woke up to Handel’s Messiah
It’s like the day is being resurrected.

There’s classical music playing low
So I’m going to write some verse and
See what comes of it, I can’t deny it.

It starts to flow and as it does I think
I hope we’ll have an early morning
Poetry merge before the day surely
Will take you from my arms until the night.

I lie back and listen to the Passion.
It’s still dark outside; the window drapes
Are yet to be defined by the soft light
Of filtered dawn in its hand-spun brocade.