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Morning Calls

Morning calls as her spinet notes hum a heated Fur Elise with many rays of love dancing drops of glory beat upon a song inside my painted dreams I sing along Gentle thoughts float as I arise longing toward such soothing eyes wafts of honeysuckle fill the air a precious smile for you are there As day breaks and we take a pause enjoy all her beauty without a cause my hand rests upon her placid cheek for another love I shan't ever seek

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Sara Ella

Date: 3/16/2017 10:17:00 PM

Beautiful poem Tim and just the way a day should start-with a lovely dream. :)

Jerry T Curtis

Date: 3/16/2017 10:55:00 AM

I've been reading your stuff for some time and you just keep getting better, good work Timmy

Lynn Marie

Date: 3/15/2017 6:28:00 PM

...so tender and sweet, lovely imagery, the last line... a beauty Tim :-) blessings, lynn

Emile Pinet

Date: 3/15/2017 5:28:00 PM

Your words seemed to flow effortlessly, and the imagery created a romantic atmosphere that culminates with love. Emile.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/15/2017 3:16:00 PM

Beautiful and romantic imagery flows in this one, Tim. Sweet!

Wendy Rycroft

Date: 3/15/2017 3:04:00 PM

Really good I could smell the honey suckle x

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 3/15/2017 2:53:00 PM

Oh ...this is beautiful to the eyes..and music so lovely to the ear...A definite fave.

Darren White

Date: 3/15/2017 1:53:00 PM

Stay asleep for a while longer, on that small line between wake and slumber, where dreams linger and caress, where music can be heard, and where you are happy. That timeless place that seems to last an eternity in a second. How beautifully described. May your dreams come true my friend :)

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/15/2017 1:28:00 PM

- Beautiful, Tim - I'll never forget "Fur Elise" .... my teacher at school was panist by profession + teacher ... he played "Fur Elise" to us EVERY day :) ... in three years :))) - A 7 for pleasant memories and your beautiful poem - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Lisa Ricci

Date: 3/15/2017 1:11:00 PM

Hi Tim. --Smile-- Sorry I was having fun in my review to your entry. Your entry truly is beautiful and loving and gentle and......

Lisa Ricci

Date: 3/15/2017 1:01:00 PM

Well Now You're Talking. Hi Tim. This is ever so beautiful. Lucky the person who receives such words and who knows such words. Beautiful poetry and gentleness. Well done entirely.

Tim Smith
Date: 3/15/2017 1:04:00 PM

Thank you Lisa for your terrific comment.

Heidi Sands

Date: 3/15/2017 12:29:00 PM

Oh so beautiful Tim. It brightens the day. Thanks for sharing :)

Tim Smith
Date: 3/15/2017 12:56:00 PM

Thanks Heidi...just try to spread some sunshine.