Godfrey Morris

(August 1,1982 / Kingston, Jamaica)

Death of a Perfect Day


She smiles at me through crimson skies
with passion burning in her weary eyes.

This day has a perfect aura
A perfect sun, today to savour.

Each dying second gives a moment pause
Its almost time, she will not last.

This day will make a sure descend
and be replaced by a mistress's shadow soon.

Say your good-byes and wave to her now
A sudden end, no more time will allow.

The death of the day breathes life for another
Tommorow be blessed to see one other.

Another just as kind as she
still I fear it will not be
as the perfect one I knew

The sun may yet rise again
- Its the death of a perfect day.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Edited: Sunday, July 29, 2012

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