Mornings...
In the mornings You visit me
You arrive when my eyes are still closed
And you fill the daybreak with Love.
I open my heart's eyes
And I see Your name.
My bed is no longer a bed
It is the sea shore
Where Your waves are coming in.
I can not comprehend You
The sole thing I can verify
Is that is not my imagination.
So subtle but neat
Is this flavor of You
I had not done anything
And there is no reason at all.
All I know is that You float
In the certainty of this morning.
~A
~A
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