Morning Poem Poem by JA. River

I laid in bed this morning
awake with eyelids closed,
pondering of divine dreams with
moral endings and secret codes.

With trances of love's embrace
embroidered into my pillowcase,
instilled warmth signatures
inscribed from the heat of night.

My eyes open and I see the light,
daybreak seeps through opaque blinds
like a mutiny afoot for quite sometime.
assured I stand with a fire at breast,
today will be greater than the rest.