The Light

The morning light
rolling out across
the landscape like
a sheet of paper covering
every nook and cranny
of my mind’s eye,

The light’s flames
licking at the treetops
leaving no shadow unturned
no room for the darkness of my thoughts
to hide,

My fingers stretch out
searching for her yet sleeping form
pulling her into the brightness
the eternal glow

Bathing her morning beauty
the gentle waters aglow
her softness smoothing out
my roughest corners
rippling sunrise undulations

My untold passion
reading the essence of my life
by her love, and its stories..


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