Song Of The Morning Poem by Cat Hodgson

Beneath the scarlet sky a whisper
Come play a song within my cradle
Move slowly not to walk sleeping
Yet gentle like a swaying tree

Awe the breeze trickles with mist
As lips bend to taste sweet pucker
While sleepy eyes glimmer like glass
A melody from song bird plays

Morning dew gleams beneath the oak
And shadows hold tight unto eternity
Then a stream of sunlight takes hold
All heaven is loose on earthly dawn

Lighting scarlet’s valley with blossoms
Like cascading rivers flowing red
Let me hold onto this memory
Until yet morning comes again!

© cat