Dawn echos
baby blue to eternity.
Brilliant white bergs of foamy mist....
....pulled in an invisible current..
Drifting in as one and out as another...
In a brisk, cool wave of sweeping freshness.
Up in my left periphial view a semi circle of gray...
dissipates into powder blue.
Simontaniously a vision...
over my right sholder,
a magnificant orb of intense illuminousness...
peeks up and over the horizon,
reaching and accending. Casting rays of clarity
and perfection. And radiating warmth that catches
in the breeze and softly lands upon my skin.
It says to me,"Good Morning!"
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
Dawn echos
baby blue to eternity.
Brilliant white bergs of foamy mist....
....pulled in an invisible current..
Drifting in as one and out as another...
In a brisk, cool wave of sweeping freshness.
Up in my left periphial view a semi circle of gray...
dissipates into powder blue.
Simontaniously a vision...
over my right sholder,
a magnificant orb of intense illuminousness...
peeks up and over the horizon,
reaching and accending. Casting rays of clarity
and perfection. And radiating warmth that catches
in the breeze and softly lands upon my skin.
It says to me,"Good Morning!"
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