Morning Star

Morning Star

Light creeps over the horizon,

the stars have faded away,

I cannot see them.

I peer over my shoulder

looking for the warm velvet night.

It is not there.

I peek over the horizon,

looking for the sunshine.

I cannot see it.

I peer into the distance,

there is no warm golden sunlight.                             

It is not there.                         

And I,                         

the Morning Star,                               

am trapped in a netherworld                          

of nothingness,                       

belonging neither to day, nor to night.                                  

I shine out with bravado,                               

but I,                           

I am alone.

© Catherine Knee