Morning bliss

The five minutes between

When you wake up

And when you get up



The rapture of the bed

My mind like battle chess

My body quiescent


Wind in the window

It rattles like it’s possessed

The pitter patter of the rain

Makes me think of home


The alarm clock can snooze

To use – a dilemma

What is time but a passing

A fleeting moment in age


Worlds to overthrow

Battles to combat

Words to listen

New faces to remember


Vivid images of beauty

Crystal sky blue

Fields of green

A postcard I never received


To get out of bed

To summon up the demon of the cold

I grow weak and tired

But the dawn is calling my name


Everlasting hugs

Caress of a tireless lover

Gripping, wrapping, enveloping

Then heartache; and breakfast




Richard Taylor



© 2002 Mr Richard M Taylor.


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