Morning is a Widow

An Original Poem By Catelin Haight

Morning is a widow

Weeping for her Night

Aching for his darkness

But consumed by endless light

Night is a lost soul 

Searching for his Morn'

Grasping for her light

But by darkness forver torn

The stars tell their story

Tragic, but true

That a love so great

Could be separated by a sky of blue