douglas Posted September 22, 2015 Share Posted September 22, 2015 The grey morning lightGently pulling me from my bed.And then, Standing at the window, Sweeping back the curtain,And looking at where I lay last night.Crumpled sheets and blankets cast away;The discarded spacesuit of my sleepThat wrapped up my soul and took it Deep into the universe - Where I temporarily floated aboveThe entire continuum of my life, Remembering.But now I am back and hearing birds,And smelling cooking bacon in the early air;Looking at a half concealed mountain,And blooming wisteria,Running cold fingersThrough ruffled, greying hair. Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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