and she is morning light
March 16th, 2005Written on June 4, 1982
A morning dawns so peacefully,
a silent presence, ever still.
Puffs of clouds that crown the sky,
reflecting an orange, approaching light.
Paintbrush strokes of blues and grays,
as dawn’s light shimmers behind the hills.
A brilliance held by orange light,
reaching upward, ever still.
Lonely stars that run away,
the last star twinkles through a cloud.
A bluish dark still paints the sea,
its blanket casts an eerie shroud.
Mountains east and ocean west,
western sleep and eastern light,
beauty beheld to ponder why,
a glory within this endless sky.
В©1982 Carlos Rull
April 8th, 2005 at 9:56 am
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