
In her dreams she spoke of wildflowers,
I kissed her cheek
pulled up the blanket
covering her,
as the sunrise reached
our window.
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How can I write to you of the inner sanctum?
of ventricles filled with piano music
fine art and yellow roses,
a woman’s bed
with comfy blankets
watching for hopeful snow
and listening,
always listening my friend
for the quiet of sunrise,
while hearing the soft breath
of the one I love.
There is no greater pleasure,
I shall not walk away
instead stand
immoveable.
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P.S. This is about self-care which out of necessity my love and I are doing more of. I am pulling back from being here.
The symbol of a “women’s bed” speaks of love and comfort. She is not house bound at all.
In the dawn over the lake, crows break the silence with their morning gossip,
as the steel grey slowly releases
the blue,
and the green of the shoreline.
I take another breath,
copying the dawn releasing
the worries of this world.
Spring bringing freedom.
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Encouragement today,
allow peace
to fill you,
to wash
your worries away.
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Note: This is a pre-planned post.
Silver threads of the lake at dawn,
with whispers of deliverance
to awaken,
to transform the grey
to a startling blue,
and the beginning
of birdsong.
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A stone feather, with purple light wrapped, in soft petals
as the drowsy joy of dawn,
puts to sleep
the mystery of the night.
He opens his front door,
breathing in
the morning air.
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