The peace we lose once the morning is left behind...

Morning dew rises
sketching hilltop sizes
in lines of darkened skies
hardly percievable to unaided eyes

morning skies lighten
opened windows brightened
by the blinding sun
on its mid-morning run

morning faces awake
breathing the intake
of morning life ahead
erasing dreams from bed

in the morning peace is shattered
like abuse it is battered
and in most peoples minds
peace is something we never find