Rise soft through layers of purple black to blossom into faintest sight
The heat of dreams still buttering warm the cocoon of your last journey.
Yesternight heroes still lingering for last embrace.
Small shivers race your skin alive stretching limb long and catlike.
Vibrating up from the deepest of somnus cave, the feeling arrives before you hear it, a hum calling you, pulling you up,up ... caressing you tenderly, a love filled voice gently kissing your eyes open
... Awaken Oh goddess of morning and sing to me.
Wind to still, birds to wing, moon to sleep. Now, set fire to the day by raising your torch of new light and birth. Call forth your glory. It is morning.
cute.. I love the commands to nature although doesn't the wind normally die down in the evening?
Posted by: bill on January 12, 2003 11:42 PMActually very early in the morning (ie sunrise) there is usually a calming of prevailing wind. That is why Hot Air Balloon races always start so fleeping early in the morning. It is very quiet pre dawn, so it is the best time to fill up Stan the Bear's 60 foot high head with hot air.
Posted by: jack on January 13, 2003 01:30 AM