Is it too late for a morning poem?
“Morning Glory”
Smile at me,
morning storm,
grey skies, warm rain,
sleeping sun.
No fear, no trepidation,
knowing beyond knowledge beyond Fault.
Don’t lift the veil, break the spell, flaunt the scar.
Let it sing, bind it not, don’t mask it
in your voice.
Hovering moment,
edge of perfection,
only the edge, no further, so be it.
Such is for Time beyond Measure–
we are the glorious Now.
Daring the past or what’s beyond
to rob us of the Now….
lovely!!
ma
