The Morning Comes, a poem - 29.3.2016
My digital art by Gimp:
"The Morning in Paris", done in March 2016, in Tampere, Finland, by Aila Hokkanen.
And when a morning comes,
will be there a new morning?
I can´t do nothing else, just wait for tomorrow,
if the the new morning,
will be there a new morning?
I´m only thinking, just a morning...just nothing else matters..
and when the morning comes,
everything is much easier,
never been so anxious
as these lonely evenings, and the nights, while being without you, oh, without you...
oh, my darling
I walk alone in the night,
and I wait for a morning,
oh, will it come?
I should be more patient, should I?
Just thinking a morning...the new morning
just nothing else matters
This night brought sorrows to me,
I cry for you this night brought anxiety to me -
I cry for you then I pray for you
But when will be a new morning,
I´m not afraid, but if there will be the new morning,
it can change everything
and it will be there;
when I wait for a morning,
and it will be a dawn!
The new morning will arise,
I can´t do now nothing else,
just waiting
because new morning can change everything
when the new morning comes,
I´m not afraid anymore, do I?
Let it come, the lovely day; the spark of hope,
the sun light, the spark of hope, the sun light,
and the joy to my heart!
Let it come, the beautiful day in the spring,
the sunny day of hope to my heart!
Oh, what have you done to me,
how did you make me cry? Oh, what have you done to me,
how did you make me be afraid Oh, what have you done to me,
how did you take my hope away?
You left me in a dark...
where I could find my way back
to the light?
Let it come, it will be a new day,
it will be soon a lovely day;
let it come, the beautiful day of spring;
the flowers blooming, the sun is shining bright
It will be there:
the spark of hope, the sun light, the spark of hope, and the joy to my heart!
