5 in the Morning

Early mornings are scented papers.
They are deep.
They are outdated yet prolonged.
Pieces of nostalgia and a bit of pain.
Joy, peace and perfect words.

They are deep.
From within, you long.
When you see it, you settle.
It satisfies.
It soothes and reconnects you and everything else.

Early mornings are artsy.
They make you wonder.
They make you see division.
Day and night. 
Books and movies.
Of who you were and who you are.
Yesterday and now then later.

It makes you wonder.
Of all the things that had happened.
Of all the things to come.
Yet a calm portrait of the now
Afloat and rising.

Early mornings are bottled memories.
Finite infinity.
It is not but in a sun ray,
Life is perfect.
Renewed mercy, petrichor, the now.
A multitude of Thank You’ s
Early mornings are for Him
Whom I belong.