Morning by Mary Alouette published on 2020-11-10T18:42:14Z Morning, where do you live You ancient future? Mobile, yet motionless I reach for your rapture Such a beautiful morning And the sand will only know Until the rocks melt with the sun What blooming hearts and hands will grow Morning, how long you've lived Across my eyelids All that I hoped to give I lost in my blindness Such a beautiful morning And the sand will only know Until the rocks melt with the sun What blooming hearts and hands will grow Genre Latin