Treasure Island

Fiona Davidson

(From beyond time)

Early Morning Silence


In the silence just before dawn
I sit and breath you in deeply
Your face in repose smiling
Like an angel without its wings
I can see them inside your heart
Folded tightly, curled around mine
Holding our love so gently to you

In the silence just before dawn
I watch over you when you dream
See the flickers that pass over
Features so fine and tender
Pulling at my soul so sweetly
Like a touch from the heavens
Caressing our love so softly

Submitted: Saturday, June 19, 2010

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  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (12/29/2013 11:14:00 AM)

    Hello poet friend Fiona. I enjoyed your wonderful poem, great writing. I have been away awhile and wanted to thank you for your great support on my poetry in the past. Happy New Year! Loyd (Report) Reply

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