Mornings can be mystical, full of promise and peace ...
MISTY MORNING
Soft haze blankets a cooling earth
as the sun drips her light lazily through the sky.
Dew-damp ground slides under my bare feet
and I breathe, without making a sound.
If I don't blink, refuse to give in,
I can see the haze melt away,
leave drops on my skin, on my hair. In my mind
sun rays find me, and I am bound.
Bound for heaven, that may be,
but this is just a misty morning reverie
and I have no place I would rather be
than soaking here, in the mist, simply free.
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