the early morning sun
my face caresses
warming much more than skin
the joy my face expresses
is unbounded
knowing no pain
or hint of darkness
pure energy, it becomes
peace like a pool of water
spread in the midst of the desert
comfort and blessing
restoring my harried mind
cooling the heat
quieting the confusion
allowing me to just be
I have nowhere to go
no one to worry about
I am a child, playing
on a green grassy slope
watching the clouds as I am laying
where time as the sky floats by.
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there's always something magical about the sunrise - i think you captured it.
I'm so glad I followed your comment at my place back here...you are an incredible writer and have a beautifully unique perspective.
Thanks for the visit.
Hi! Michele's blog sent me here. I like the poetry you have..
The sun is truly a gift! Here from Michele.
I like this one ! :)
take care
Ahh... this one is a little happier than yesterday's!
Here via michele.
Here from Michele's again.
Oh, how I wish I felt this way today. I feel so harried. Frustrated, Bored, Pissed-Off, and Busy. Bad combo. Thanks for the glimpse into something else.
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Beautiful poem!
Michele snet me!
I love the early morning sun too, David and here lately, the early morning sun is about all I can stand, since out temps are hovering in the 95+ range, with heat indices of 105 and above. I love hot weather - but this is too much!
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Very Nice!!
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Beautiful...
love it
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