When soft comes the morn
on light’s whispers born
and dewdrops gleaming,
Earth’s bosom teeming
with waking life!
‘Tis in that moment of
dusk to dawn
when blossoms flutter
and canyons yawn,
fingers loosen their grip
and dreams quietly slip
into folds of gray matter,
and quietly fade
as the one that was made
before the first
awakening
calls.
We fall
into the grand dream,
our sleepwalk begins.
The sunlight gleams,
Existence grins,
it’s power supreme.
Cheryl KP copyright 2017
This is simply beautiful…words and images.
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Thank you so much Sandy.
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You are welcome.
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Thanks for adding some glorious beauty to this day!
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Thanks for reading! Happy Sunday Dan.
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Sweet. You get me to READ poetry, but I read it aloud. Lovely images too.
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Wow. I am honored Kate. Thank you. Happy Sunday!
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