Dreamy Morn


Morning is the best time of the day for me. It refreshes, renews, awakens new hope, new dreams, new promises. The first golden ray of light bursts forth, and warmly embraces all that it touches.....



"Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn." - Mahatma Gandhi




BUTTERY BEGINNINGS

Blue-black silence making sluggish exit,
Winking dots dimming, blinking eyes closing
As Dawn contrives to paint her rainbow canvas.
Songbirds warble, proclaiming sun's mirror ball delights,
Imploring all to arise from their bedroom coffins, and
Hail the incredible miracle of morning's smile.
Billowy clouds meander, awaiting the touch of sun's liquid fingers,
And, once touched with light, bursting color sparkles explode,
Raining fiery elegance, as tinted beams pierce, then dance.
Gentle sunshower drizzles between branches in ribbony pastels.
Invisible invasion of warm whispers, new day's hope.
The dazzling display merges, blends and fades, while
golden orb rises, burning brightly, snarling hot breath.
Each new dawn renews, imbues, tattoos us
With dreamy morning tickles of yellow magic rain,
Desires of all that might be, could be,
Can be.





NOTHING, EVERYTHING
New love, bright as a morning crayon sun,
True love, alive and shiny, never tarnishing,
Soulmates intertwine in rapturous silent gazing,
Passionate eyes, purely drinking from endless emotions
Fingers gently whispering to soft flesh, tingling,
Lips floating just above the skin, implying,
Breathing desire, inhaling sighs, rejoicing, renewing,
Dancing tongues twirling, tasting nectar, feasting on
Love's sweet buffet, as sunbeams nuzzle smiling eyes.
Breezy, whimsical music blown by flutterby winds,
Winking unicorns, white horned magickal guardians
Of pure love, prance on fragrant rose petal fields
As faeries glide above, twisting, turning, laughing
Raining down glittery purple-gold images of two lives
Forged into One beating heart, unconditionally thumping.
Fingers of time, grasping, locked together, as the Two
Walk together in the Forest primeval, dancing beween
Raindrops, saying nothing, yet knowing there is nothing else.



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