Mourning September Glorietta
Overnight You take away the weeping,
wake me from my sleeping and I greet the morning light.
Overwhelmed I turn my face to see you,
Once again I'm free to live my Glorietta life.
The sun rises on me in the morning without regard to
emotion
If I cry myself to sleep,
is it swollen eyes that cause me not to see?
What if I cried myself asleep tonight, separate from You?
You still beckon in the morning, every morning.
I won't be separate from you.
