Early Morning Call..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

early morning
you speak to me
and i hear your
voice
peaceful in every
syllable,

i am comforted
with your voice
i am feeling safe
by its tone

it is sonorous
like the tiny
morning waves of
the sea
when what appears
to me
is the surface of
silk
and the glimmer
of restrained
light

soon there will
be a burst of the
sounds of the
crowd
the full blown
light of day
the blooming of
the sun
the maturity of
these emotions
the placidity amidst
the cacophony
and the boredom
that we begin to
see.