The Golden Morning

A poem written by Ryan Capozzo.

The Golden Morning

As we wake amid the grain
the godly glow of morning
softly seeps beneath our skin
Glints of shimmering gold
spark across many a drop of dew
You lie with me
a bed, out of my chest, you've made
I keep your body against my own

 

As we gaze in the golden morning,
a stream trickles in the distance
smoothly slipping through the rocks and gravel -
the twittering of tiny birds
who are also bathed in streams
of the sun,
streams that filter through the treetops
and rest, in patches,
upon rugged bark
and dainty feathers

 

As I turn your hair between my fingertips,
a cool breath of wind whistles around
and through us

 

We are at peace
in a place of purity

 

A field made in Heaven's wake;
a sanctuary for the angels. 

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

This is a sanctuary that I would dearly desire to witness and behold. You, sir, have a magical way with words. It is my hope you never let go of that writing pen. Thank you for sharing.

[Ryan]

Thank you for reading, and for your generous compliment!