MORNING'S YAWN

A poem of love

MORNING'S YAWN

Just once, the smile, how it curved your lips and eyes, encloses my heart, the circle of love and ecstasy, the angel's halo of all time, the midnight cradle.  That all I have lost are terrible moments to remember this moment I live through because of your sculpted eyes which have not always been mine.

By nature, a day of tumultuous weather, upon moss the crystal dew, waning reeds by nature's moves, the ocean of smiles -- perfume, as wings covering light and sailors laden with sky and sea,  How nestled are the moments within fragrance by a flock of dawn's dreams that with me shall rest forever upon the thin stems of stars.

As day depends on innocence, the whole world rests upon your pure eyes, and all my blood flows beneath their gaze.

:: 07.31.2024 ::

Author's Note

I keep my mouth shut for now. Processing why some do not like me to explain my poetry.