May the chirping of the birds, and the rays of warm sunshine that have crossed the dream divide which now dance upon your window and permeate your sleepy spirit, so gently tickle your weary lids and fill your heart with melody, thus arousing you from your slumber and ease open, the mirrors of your soul, and as you stretch and yawn, may your arms reach up touching the magic of the heavens and may the breath of the golden light invigorate your being, as you once again greet, another glorious morn.
~*~ “Ali, Mere Mehboob, Tujhe mere dil ne pukaara hai. zindaagi aur kuch bhi nahin bin tere, Tune mujhe dil mein basaaya bas mere dil kheta hai ji...Elga”
Copyright Elga ~Indigo~ 29 April 2005 - All rights reserved 10H16PM
Thank you Elga. This is a beautiful blessing. And one each of us should read every morning! In fact, I'm printing it right now and placing it on my mirror...
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Elizabeth
I want to walk into both of them, slowly, deliciously...
A stunning poem and that picture--I could get lost in your words forever! Most gratifying and beautiful--thank you
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Emeka
Love from India - Joel -
Blessings,
Joseph
Paul;-]
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry