The morning is my recluse
I open my eyes to a dark world
still wrapped in slumber.
It is in this quiet
in this stillness
that if I listen closely
I find you;
between the lines in a worn book.
Hear you whispering in my ear.
Feel your sudden rush of warmth.
Or your refreshing cool.
Surrounded by your song
that all creation sings.
Some days I hope
that eternity will be
forever morning
standing in the beauty and brightness
of your dawn.
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