Fresh Morning
Talk to me in the comfort of fresh morning
when a bird's song I may enjoy
as the cold of night surrenders to the warmth of dawn
and there comes no sound from the telephone or door.
as our hearts beat ever so quietly to the pulse of day
and seagulls scavenge across the falling tide.
as I steal gentle kisses from your soft lips
and inhale the subtle fragrance of this moment.
(From the books Kairos and 10 Love Poems)
when a bird's song I may enjoy
as the cold of night surrenders to the warmth of dawn
and there comes no sound from the telephone or door.
Hold me close as the sun plays with shadows
when the curtains of our room blow wideas our hearts beat ever so quietly to the pulse of day
and seagulls scavenge across the falling tide.
Know me when the day is newly born, my love
when the spirit within this aging body is contentas I steal gentle kisses from your soft lips
and inhale the subtle fragrance of this moment.
(From the books Kairos and 10 Love Poems)
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