Tuesday

I love the early morning mountains
Swathed in heaven's foam
The silver sky gleaming overheard
And all is quiet
There is peace

I love those white mists
Creeping down the mountainside
It's a rainy Utah morning here
And all is quiet
I am at peace

I don't quite love waking up
Before the sun has blinked its eye
But I love to watch it come to life
And all is quiet
The sunrise is at peace

I don't quite love the walking
Up stairs, up hills, to class
I'm out of breath and early
And all is quiet
The classroom is at peace

Tuesday mornings are usually good
Especially in the rain
With the clouds so close you could breathe them in
And all is quiet
The morning is at peace

Clouded

Clouded skies and clouded eyes
You cannot see the truth
Shattered heart and no disguise
Would absolutely break you
Innocent gaze, wide open eyes
The world is bright and true
Blackened skies and haunted eyes
Reveal reality to you

But innocent eyes never seem to die
And never vanish from sight
No matter how black, how low the sky
There's always a genuine fight
To believe, to love, dream, and try
To be the best with all your might
That's the truth of the deepest sigh
Is the dream that no longer can fight