Morning woke up
with a cup of tea,
thoughts and words on the tip of her soft lips,
with wood and ink, The Book of Life next to her
Her soft lips like restless pillows approached
The Verb
The Food and Vine
Reflection of her life scenery on her
spheric crystals by rays of sunlight
Playing tag and pull at the speed of light
But when Morning Regina awoke,
An infinite brief of silence was established
A breath of solitude?
A breath of inseparable freedom
Regaining peace with humility and generosity
EvO-L-OvE.
Said to be three in one in different levels of one and two
North
West East
South
Morning woke up and I see The Book of Life
Words written with sword,
You and your closest family to your being and heart,
is... are first.
Morning woke up and my eyes from the west see the east
And my eyes from the east see the west
at the same longitudinal and latitude level of
my second heart, hence, You are
The South I am for I come third
You are the focus point of life.
We try, yet, are not police to punish
ourselves, our motions and emotions,
our beliefs, our everything
Let it be everything for what we're still writing
is already written
I see heaven in your eyes
while the brief brown hazel glaze
glassful horizon of your sunset over-neath
covers it with sheets of star sprinkles
Yet, I still saw You
Yet, I still see You.
Heaven in your eyes
roared like fire like lion
waking up the baby cubs
Upon the sunlight's shadow in a split of a second,
a particle of memory and or question was sufficient...
Amplitude.
Remember what is lost and seek the Morning,
Your Morning
What is hard to remember was easy to forget, except you my
Morning sunshine who I feed from
Morning woke up
This poetic cup of tea I share with You and You with me
We share each other holding hands
with endless grasp...
A breath.
To You,
My Morning.