Tunes In the Morning
I long for the music
whispers of beauty hum,
smoky flares of red summer days,
man on fire lifts from brewing flames.
Sun over dark river propels
layers of colored light, vivid streamers,
and story white pages.
Morning bliss comes in
between the first true notes,
aroma spills across eyelids
its skin turned coffee dark.
Copyright © Henry W | Year Posted 2015
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