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
and every new hour meets
a new world.
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