Opal shadows follow dawn
across a light and fallow morn.
Curtains drift on blossom scented air
as light seeps through a stifled stare.
Where did I go as sleep beguiled
what did I keep and seek to hide.
Thoughts persist in new born light
still clinging from the forlorn night.
Waking senses knock on doors
of a mind that looks for more.
Clarity all pervasive found
behind all present invasive sound.
Golden sunlight bursts through clouds
penetrates through darkest shrouds.
Mind a lake of waters still
where I find the answers that fulfil.
Morning has a special charm
as does dusk enfold like lovers arms.
And in between I dream
all that I have ever seen.
Beautiful musing, you capture the mood perfectly David. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem that held and transported me through its beautiful words and lines. An excellent write and a real pleasure to read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX