I woke this morning
and sensed the golden rose of dawn tracing through the air
mist threaded between the trees
a silent awakening felt around
A time of part awake, part asleep
when the energies are most touchable
and the veil shifts
Anam Cara is resting. until the sunlight
sears the mist and brings us to full wakefulness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful way to start the day! Patricia