Define the MorningA Poem by Maciasshe's the bestthe sun smiles at your warmth your head turned to me and I can swear your eyes see my soul. the grass sways to the rhythm of your heart as the wind kisses your cloud soft skin. There's a small drizzle but I'm fixated on your smile. it comes so natural to you that you don't even notice what my privileged eyes see. Today I most certainly do not take sight for granted. please; these eyes of mine, do not blink. Not for a second dare you wink. I care not for the mud on my suit or the smell of the brisk morn within my hair. Only for the scent of her air. The sun is just barely creeping to its peak and the gold leaves fall upon the annoyed flowers by our feet. How they tease with their petals taunting your feet making you sigh that giggle I adore so. Such a morning I never knew was possible. Never would I have thought such simple mornings would gift me so well. It owes us nothing but here you lay, defining the morning. © 2012 Macias |
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