The more mornings I come to
After a whole mountain of mornings
Laid by hand stone by stone
Each layer fading as it's placed
So snug against the next one
Not even the sun slides through
Yet each morning seems a little lighter
And more and more of the landscape
Illumined or darkened below
Clouds with memories seen from above
When I stop to look back and down
But something hurries me on
To that morning at the peak
That first morning I seek
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