A touch of warmth
My eyes slowly open,
To a blend of lightness upon dark
Ochre and orange and indigo merge
In such perfect umbrage
I know not dusk from dawn
Time is in flux
For a few moments
I sift through asleep and awake
High above hints of urban sounds
I have no aural clues
Whether to hurdle up or hunker down
A little too proud
I refuse to cheat
By simply looking at the clock
In just a few minutes
I know I’ll have an answer
But what do I do in this exact moment?
In the warm stillness
I hold my breath
As I wait in anticipation
Then I hear you beckon me to love
And quite suddenly I don’t care
Matters of dusk or dawn a distant chord
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ha yes in that call there is little else to really need to contemplate…any time is fine…smiles.
Yes when that comes about
The last thing you want to do is give time a shout
As time is just a pawn
Be it dusk or dawn
Very nice read
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When love calls you’re best to hear!
Thank you Brian, Pat and John. The call to love triumphs all, including time.
This is my first visit to your site. You have a gift with your writing. This is only the first piece I’ve read and I’m taken away already to another place. Nicely done.
Thank you Renee.