glorious
is the mornings awakening
and
mine ears are fancied by music
echoing
soft violin strings of Mozart’s soul
the
day still is dark of its nocturnal sleep
as
i reflect upon the juxtaposed stories
in
my dreams and i hearken a new day
my
body lies still, consumes the last morsels
of
night slumber and avails itself of
the
comforts beset in this restful nest
when
i rise my steps will stroll amidst
the
rustling and voices from afar,
the
rumbling tires from a passing car,
a
canine friend barking in the morning mist
i
listen to the sounds sometimes
thinking
i hear the sun rising
as
a breeze shakes the leaves of trees,
humming
of the bumble bees
and
petals of flowers stretching
for
the warmth of its embrace
when
once again the moon smiles at me
and
mine eyes take pleasure in observing
Orion’s belt bending and dipping
with
Ursa Major trying to entice
Draco
into a dance as Sirius looks on
my
soul will soon travel into their space
my
heart will be interned in the arms
of
Earth leaving memories my eyes beheld,
my
ears heard, the smell of roses,
the
tears and the smiles my heart has felt
into
thy arms you lift me
in your embrace i shall whisper
…no regrets, for my time here is spent
where i have gathered many flowers
and left planted seeds for a
garden to grow
*dedicated to a friend and her husband who
have been told she has but four months left here with us
