Talisman
It seems to me that
Dawn is a talisman of sorts.
I construct honeyed, passionate poems
In the earliest hours of day.
My words are so mellifluous,
I read them aloud until
The cracking of my voice
Pulls me back into reality.
The serenity of writing when all are asleep
Is simply ineffable and I cannot
Think of a better time to be an artist.
Copyright © S. Grace | Year Posted 2017
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