They say the seeds
of the Morning glory
are Hallucinatory.......
but they don’t need to be,
their flaring deep, blue trumpets
and their pure, white centers encompass
a beauty drugs can’t make me see.
I remember finding inside one
the corpse of a bumblebee
who crawled into that place
where it was a collector,
and decided to die near
the scent of its nectar.
Alas we seldom get to choose
the place where we’ll die
but if I was a bee~~~~~~~~~~\/
that is where I would fly-yy-yyy-yyy!
My most glorious morning
that brought me... morning glory
was on my Honeymoon
the first dawn, a love story
where I woke up beside
my new bride with no doubt
who had given me her love
both inside and out
and I finally grasped
what true love was about
and I wanted to shout
but I’d wake her...
so I just smiled
I just smiled...................
And the next morning glory
that I cherish so deeply....
was when my newborn son
was gently handed to me
on his first day of life
after a hard, evening birth
and there’s never been anything
found on earth that is worth
A child that is yours
he too came from a seed
growing out true love
all that I had dreamed of
and when I looked in eyes
Innocent and sky blue
I saw all my tomorrows
now extended to......
a heir to my fortunes
who would carry my name
just like I did when my father
was so glad I came.
We are all carbon copies
of our parents created
we may not look alike
but our DNA’s mated
and my most solemn duty
was to raise my son right
through all of life’s hardships
And in that morning light
I swore to my maker
I would rise to the fight
and fill hs life with delight
He’d be my morning glory
and my twinkling star at night
and I sat there and smiled
as I hugged my boy tight,.
I’ve seen sunrises gleam
in such beautiful colors
bring my morning’s glory
that no blues could ever smother
But in my life I’ve also known
some sad mornings…. gory
the dark side of life and
some most tragic stories.
Back when I served up
my country....military police
and went out every morning
to help ease the grief....
pounding life into men’s chest
who no longer breathed
and removing the bad men
whose wives would get beat
Till I finished my duties
with huge sighs of relief. Ahhhhhhhhh,
huge sighs of relief...
But those mornings I knew
in my whole life, not glorious
have been long overshadowed
by my mornings victorious
And each day when I wake up
and my eyes behold.....
what each new morning offers
a fresh start.... unexposed,
and what will occur on
that day no one knows
and the first thing I do
when I put on my clothes
if it’s not wintertime
and there’s no
needed place to go
I visit the side of my house
where there grows
Morning Glory’s
that rise up
in vertical rows
bright blue trumpets
with white centers
heralding another day
and new pathways....
Before I too,
become like that bee
passing into eternity’
far from the sweet nectar of life
I savor just a few moments
of another glorious morning
as well as for my son and wife
and for all of the inhabitants of earth
who are granted at birth
only a certain number of
glorious mornings
so savor the sun.....
like Morning Glories have done
and may all of your days to come
be good ones filled
with Morning’s glory.
and Evenings Bliss……………
Amazingly Brilliant Music Composed
& Played by--Ingvar Tautra-©-2021-
Vocals & Lyrics Sung & Written by
Matthew F. Blowers III--©-2021-
Photo credit-Jiangsu Wux i中国
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