My Shining Morning

Words to the Wise - Vol. 01.07

My Shining Morning

Return to me my shining morning,
punish me not a mournful eye.

With tender cheeks
she fell and rose in rejoice.
As her hands in flight
reached my neck,
I fell in silent lament.

Return to me my shining morning,
punish me not a mournful eye.

Having recovered,
for now,
our spring filled eyes,
we fled to golden mountains.
With a degree of composure
we ate our fill
and repaired her beautiful mind.

Return to me my shining morning,
punish me not a mournful eye.

But not far off
they called her return-
a sharp knife and burning grieve
inflicting her golden face.
I called her fallen tender wings,
"fly now, resist, and rejoice,
and behold my love in your mind."

And return to me my shining morning,
punish me not a mournful eye.

Source Material: Bulfinch, Thomas. “Bulfinch’s Mythology: Stories of Gods and Heroes.”, Canterbury Classics, 2015, pp. 93

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