Good Morning
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To hear the vibrant call of morning birds
as they call out yearning for their mates
safe in the twilight dusky mood of dawn
while we lay so still in luminous light
hand upon hand, with opened sand filled eyes
where warmest embers begin to glow
gently flowing through our desire
striking a drumbeat in the heart
as clouded shadows wash across the window
of morning
bringing a soft pelting rain
to the smoky glass of sunrise
where long red threads weave through the sky of dawn
and I turn once again to your smile
to welcome your seductive eyes
lifting my soul to a timeless realm
when thunder starts to roll
washing the sky with rainbow's blood
from the sun's hidden fire
as we clasp the fingers of our fate
and say in whispered tones...good morning
3/20/18
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2018
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