A soft hand touches my sleeping face.
At first i dont wake, dreaming of things lost
and long days past.
She gently lingers over my face,
and i awake to good company.
My sheet feel like velvet against my warm body.
Dizzy and incoherent, i reach and hold her hand.
All to human i realize, im thrown back to earth from my dreamy conciousness.
The power of ones intentions
and the wondrous power of every second
Take me to the state of blessedness
of today and every other.
I will make something of nothing
and baby there's no need to fight.
Prconcieved notions keep me glued to my pillow,
deep under my covers, warm and safe.
The rise and decline of intire empires
stands on the tip of her lips.
My mood changes suddenly, and everything becomes brilliant and purposeful, just from her embrace.
New morn, and new embrace of heartfelt wishing.
But how it can dissappear so quickly,
like words written in water with a stick.
Oh, how i will miss this thing
When it packs up and leaves my mind, for good.
But for now i have you i suppose
Warm sheets,
your beatiful face,
and a new day. |
Submission Name: morning of calm abiding
