Morning Bliss

Morning bliss

The five minutes between

When you wake up

And when you get up

 

Encapsulated

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

 

By

 

Richard Taylor

15/10/2002

 

© 2002 Mr Richard M Taylor.

 

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