Morning

A calm and gentle breeze blows in from the sea

                                    It is morning

Far, far out on the pristine blue canvas

Swans slowly move their wings

            Morning, and as every morning

It is the first morning ever to come to us

                                   Morning

The first dawn of a new day

            Everything hushed and cleaned by the magnificence

Of it. The sea and the heavens

                        Up in the sky high above the land birds soar

                                   And look down on us

The soft and dazzling blur of houses and villages.

                        And our two hearts beat softly upon one another

                                   The boats are coming nearer

            And the great birds dive close in over the water

                        A longshoreman, seeing us, waves

                                   And a calm breeze caresses us

A strand of your hair brushes across my cheek

           

            In this world with you I could live forever…

 

                                                           Michael Reed Dorrough (2011)

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