waiting for a morning

waiting for a morning
a morning beneath the tweedling sparrows
a morning dwelling away from nipping sorrows.

i slept that night
just waiting for it
in the woeful plight.

just with the hope that
what i was dreaming of
i may arrive into reeling of.

but anyhow i started my journey
and went into the feeling of.

the feeling untouched
the feeling unswayed.