Pure Morning

Pure Morning

Another pure morning
to a golden day
I pay for silence
the absence of voices
and the mumbling of a television
in the other room

I get lost in a book
that has been elusive
at least the desire to read it
seems to come around
once every moonturn

I play an F chord
and let it voice to the air
every note clear
even the barred base string
and think
what a wonderful thing
the elusive pure morning

Wow... struggled alot today. I almost convinced myself to let the streak end. I was so close. Oh well. Look at me. I'm making a big deal of writing 9 days in a row. Wow... I'm so sarcastically awesome. Marry me. Peace out.