I watch you rise, Climbing higher in the sky, Glowing magnificently over the trees, So close…warming my face, Arousing me in your silent ascent. We are alone in this space, this moment, At one in the early morning hours, Your touch - your powerful surge of energy - Mine…all mine Forever, however briefly. Each moment lingers for eternity inside my soul, And knowing that this is an illusion, That you are not mine, That you belong to the Universe, ….this does not distract me from the holiness of these moments Lost in your glorious rays, this eternal minute in your embrace.
Dena L Moore August 18, 2007
I wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone who has read and left comments for me on my work...Many blessings, D
This is a moving description of your "experiencing" sunrise. This is what poets do. You have taken a simple moment and made it special. Thank you for sharing it with us.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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