Yes dream in early morning
you are full of love and softer
than the scent of a spring
the robins can never visit
roll awake in a dark room
to watch the world grow large
as it reveals itself small
hear the doves coo
that nothing is immortal
in the sky or in the sea
feel the morning tumble
to the bottom of the stairs
where the hearth is cold
wait before you follow
for the crawling light to pool
a slip for midnight's mooring
Debuting a word I've been seeing lot lately but have yet to apply. It seems perfect for this: evocative!
Enjoyed its serenity.
Like a kaleidoscope. *
Lovely work.
Thanks to each of you. I’ve had this one a while and never sent it out.
*, John.
Thanks David
So peaceful
Thanks Kitty