MORNING LIGHT

Morning light flows from my veins,

in a pulse of thoughtfulness,

cremated spheres of dullness,

foggy, in the background.

Graceful calm spreads over my

mind, pastel-colored thoughts of

fascination,

erotic in their taste,

imaginative in their form.

Minutes of reconciliation. Moments

of collecting my thoughts,

I dive over from the time and

take me at the

waiting hand.

In the pandemonium of being,

I'm gonna be a little bit of me,

and every hour gives birth to a

moment more, and news,

and a piece of the past.

In the labyrinth of the past,

I find a piece of you, and every

elapsed moment carries the writing of us,
and every new hour meets

a new world.

by msw.