When the first line just 'comes' it almost always is about 'morning'.  So analysing what is important about morning brings forth this.


In the morning I would wake
and turn to see her sleeping.
Her hair cascading all around
her peachy skin soft and smooth.
I would be drawn to kiss her lips
and wake her from a thousand dreams.

We would rise and start afresh:
A new adventure called 'a day'.
and in every single tiny way
it meant the world and life to me.


All mornings come to pass

and in the inbetween

their memory maintains,

as does the taste of kisses

as breakfast with ...



© Griffonner 2021

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Written on 2022-06-07 at 12:13

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The sparrow The PoetBay support member heart!
How beautiful you paint the morning
and the closeness to a loved one ...
Tender and fine the streams of words flow.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Here is gentle and sweet optimism, and appreciation, which makes this lovely to read. Beautifully expressed.