Thursday, July 21, 2011

Mane Somnium ( Morning Dream )...

Which do you prefer,
     breeze that caresses your face
or wind running its fingers playfully,
     gently tousling your your hair?
The crispness of a cool morning
     like an apple cold and juicy
as the sweetness in the air
     brings a variety of fragrances;
Clover and wintergreen,
     honeysuckle on the vine
Onion grass and wet pine
     Let me stay her for a time,
in sights and smells sublime,
     in colors that dance
if you give yourself a chance
    to really just let things be
and then reflect upon what you've seen
    i like to call it the waking dream
for far too many (beyond number) slumbers...

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