mornings
my dreams sit in rapt awe,
hushed,
as the sun slowly weaves
into a waking sky
and I remain swathed
with faint memories
of the night before.
beginnings and endings
fuse
at that precious second
when the scents of dawn
descend on my pillow
and I sift through yesterday
with a shy smile.
today awaits, hope soars
farther
than my hands can ever grasp,
where my soul finds odd comfort
and joy.
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