Sunday, February 5, 2012
night to morning
all lost by night, seeking morning's sunrise
to awake what may be perceived,
a broken soul longs to anguish no more,
and
fantasies frolic amoungst the
half-moon-light,
early morning's yawns awake
the
shapes and colors that take thier place,
all
graced by a mother dove dancing
thru sweet drissled rain,
refreshed now, all comes together,
as dreams fade and I wake
from slumber.
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