morning whispers
a mystic tremor
as souls awake
yawning woman
tosses the covers
as dawn awaits
dreamy eyes cast
upon the broken sky
getting dressed
sleepy words hush
the newly born mornings
sweet caress
coffee aroma fills
her heart as she moves
down the stairs
familiar creaks and moans
follow her to the kitchen
she pours a cup
Morning whispers
her mystical name as her
soul wakes up
morning shows her the road
she thought she could
never take
On through the roses
past the malestream
Of mornings gate
the morning trembles
she is all the things that
the night forsakes
she alone is the spirit
who won’t allow her
heart to break
spirits lift and gently
prod her as she
becomes aware
she is the morning