Morning Synchronicity

She was a warm coffee cup brimming over with the sweet expectation of lips that could give her the comfort she sought. He was a sunrise cradling the morning in arms of mercy; He held her sight still, giving the horizon colors he knew would feel, just right. Together they waited for the jostle of day; the pitter pat of tiny feet, the quiet groan of a still tired father, a mother’s call to the kitchen. Together they will blossom under the colors chosen, for mornings of peace. Together they will wilt the morning, and break the day, until night’s slumber. Together. -James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.