When I woke up
this morning,
First
opened up my eyes...
I remembered a day that called to
me,
With cloudless azure
skies.
I smelled the
pungent perfume,
That lingered on the
air...
From roses
lavish with their blooms,
In truth are
resting somewhere.
I imagined the
brush and light touch,
Heard whisper of
the breeze...
Its only purpose
seemingly,
Persistent and
to please.
From secret
place well hidden,
Completely out
of my sight...
I heard a bird
sing the sweetest song,
Before
he lifted in flight.
Refreshing as a
long cool drink,
That quenched my
mouth and tongue...
The sweetness of
a brand new day,
Filled with
warmth of brightest sun.
For it is dreams
of what lies ahead,
That entice,
keep me going...
This time of
year, when it is cold,
With north winds
strongly blowing.
Another chance for a
daydream,
Of day
to be remembered...
To help me
through reality,
Of cold day in
December.
But when my bare
feet touched the floor,
My
daydreams soon had fled...
The task of how
I might stay warm,
Was dominant
instead!
© 12/30/09
Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi
playing is: Four In The
Morning
