Can There Really Be A Mornin' Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

Too imperceptible at first
Your love lapsed away
A quietness distilled in you
As twilight long spent

Gone our sequestered afternoons
The dusk drawn down on what we had
The mornin' shone away
A harrowin' Grace took its place
And thus, your light escaped
Into the beyond

Good mornin' forever comin'
You got tired of me
How could I of you
But love did not want me
So goodnight love
Can forever last that long

I can look can I not
I can long can I not
When the West is red
From the settin' sun
These mountains have a way
That pulls the heart across the plains

You are not so far forever,
I chose love, love chose me not
So please take a Cowboy she spurned
Are you not so fair forever

Can there really be a mornin'
Is there such a thing
As forgiveness
Can I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they
Can I get there by horseback
Can I take a direct flight
Or must I change planes in Denver

Can it be in some distant land
Oh some Renaissance Man, or
Some philosopher from beyond
Please to tell a Cowboy
Where the place called forgiveness lies
Can there really be a mornin'