Keeping morning under wraps
is gentle on the eyes,
a time for introspection,
moments spent together
with myself, important
on my list of things to do,
tricolour drapes create
an amber glow
as brown and orange
mix with oatmeal,
not stop, not go,
just be here in the moment,
take a breath and feel it
fill the lungs right to the bottom
cleaning out the staleness
of old dreams and cigarettes
fresh slate before today's
pollution starts.
A quiet time where I
make all the choices
that define me and so
walk label free
into the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The real Midnight Clarity is found in Morning Meditations Clarity!