Mystic MorningA Poem by SilasAs i laid awake waiting for morning i lifted my head and pen to write for the coming day.Morning arrives so gently, Like your eyes. Soft, deep, and blue. So sweet. All things appear lost and forgotten, As we wake from our beautiful sleep. Once more staring, longingly, at our divine images of reacting emotions, That drive us from our sleep, So peacfully on this bright cloudless morning. People yawn and birds sing, Today is a chance to be strong and set free, On this bright mystic morning of love, We share together. © 2011 Silas |
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1 Review Added on January 24, 2011 Last Updated on January 24, 2011 AuthorSilasPecatonica, ILAboutWell there is not alot to tell but i really would like someone to read what i got to show. more..Writing
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