Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

morningsigh

saturday
 and nothing more
than a drive
into the mountains
counting miles
tis there that God sits tea

hunkered down
beside the banks
sings the tune of river
dancing laugh –
He waits the day
for me

blushing sky
of morning sigh
swarms atop the waters
pearly mist
as cool the kiss
of night

somewhere near
the melody
of take me back
to Eden
spinning round
to love’s sweet sound
within the arms
of Light

. . .