I love Mornings  
when the sun caresses my skin
and welcomes my conscience

I gracefully step into
into...
pleasant reality
ahhh
I attempt to hold tight to the gratitude I feel

It's as if God is kissing my cheek

smile
"Morning Peace"

too small to hold
but impactful enough
to force ink to exude
from my pores
onto my sheets

I bask in myself
and allow it to pull my soul so that its just below my skin

I teeter between
the freedom of my dreams and the purity of life
It's blinding
in the best ways

I've never been in love
but I imagine

It's something like Mornings

*PART 1: Love like Mourning