Poetry

This is how we live

In the brilliance of morning
Most doubts seem no more than they are
The almost mechanical workings of the mind
Which become slowed and thinned by light and air
And drift into forgetfulness
It is better to go on, I hear myself say
For on is more and this morning real
More real and brilliant than dream tormented night
With terrors and doubts that leave
A vague sourness on the edge of waking

John Charles William Morris
2nd December 2014