In the Morning

In the morning I see the fire laced clouds
Wisps of smoke, vaporous splendor
Birds weave their song and wing in the light
the breeze gently heals wounds most tender
The mountains awake from their torporous rest
as light awakens the dream
the night and the day revel and jest
as lovers in infinite gleam
I feel the nights mysterious breath
exhale its wonder, dawns flame
sweet incense wafts upon winged breeze
as prayers of hope's dreams reclaim
I sit in awe of awakening dawn
all I can do is wonder
silence stills as the small voice whispers
love in all her splendor

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