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breath, home, life, love, nature, refrain, remembered anew, renewal, resurrection, silent knowing, time
how sweet
the moment
when morning awakes
and rolls from her bed
in the dark
sweated and thirsty
for one more
refrain
lost to the memory
of destinies
done
recalling her touch
of linen to lace
from a place
by the window
in blessing she comes
by way of the wonder
where dew
paints the dawn
where light
shines her love
on the sun
. . .
On target. Bulls-eye! A Good Morning to you, Bobbie!
Good morning my lovely with your loving, light filled words. ❤
So much intrigue in words that seem to paint a simple rising in the day …
……ahh, but there is no simple rising of the day………..ever dawn, the first……..every kiss, the sweetest……..
I wonder always what is this livingness, this consciousness, all about, what is its purpose, perhaps it is love seeking to know itself – outside in, and then inside out ?
Morning arrives quietly
leaving moments from the night
caught in the webs of dreams………………………………….xo