Into the Morning

He lies awake
Every night
Late at night
Past midnight
Deep in thought
Thoughts of her
That golden haired girl
The soft voiced artist
Who warmed his world
Who he tossed aside
One night
On a whim
He wanted something new
Something better
Than that golden haired girl

He searched all day
Every day
At all the traditional places
For the girl that would replace
His blue eyed poet

On a Sunday
At noon
At the pub on the corner
He met a red head
An experienced Irish drinker
Who told him funny stories
And made him laugh all day
But could not help him sleep at night

On a Tuesday morn'
Just as the sun touched the grass
At a park with a dog
He met a dark-haired runner
A stunning creature
With a stunning look at life
And who had him smiling with the sun
But could not ease his thoughts at night

That fiery soul
Of the golden haired girl
With the soft singing voice
And wandering blue eyes
Met a man one day
Who cherished her
Every night
Late at night
All through the night
Past midnight
And into the morning
While the clueless man
Is left with his thoughts
Every night