Quiet to the Morning, a wide in the open of a field,
A cold breath of night--unfold in each other sealed,
Our eudaimonia--good to the well-flourishing you,
A guiding spirit inner divine a presence flowing oo
Harmony the highest human good your face glows,
Content to bloom full to a meaning in us overflows,
The word, inside you, in your good pleasure ripens
A day in our youth matures your nature in us spins
Despite deep the lonely gray griefs we grow strong
Slow the alignment of my soul listens to your song,
Echoes I live in you thrive on in wild summer days,
Walking in you as the sky carries us in molten ways
Special-you feel right-pour the honey over the dew,
For me, the us in you breeds in us, inspires you too.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 7:13 AM UTC
Quiet to the Morning, a wide in the open of a field,
A cold breath of night--unfold in each other sealed,
Our eudaimonia--good to the well-flourishing you,
A guiding spirit inner divine a presence flowing oo
Harmony the highest human good your face glows,
Content to bloom full to a meaning in us overflows,
The word, inside you, in your good pleasure ripens
A day in our youth matures your nature in us spins
Despite deep the lonely gray griefs we grow strong
Slow the alignment of my soul listens to your song,
Echoes I live in you thrive on in wild summer days,
Walking in you as the sky carries us in molten ways
Special-you feel right-pour the honey over the dew,
For me, the us in you breeds in us, inspires you too.
I sometimes wonder how to the why some things just happen or what inspires us, guides us, leads us past the ripe lonely pages into the unknown, unsure what the next word will hold for us, inside us, & after a long day of rain that eudaimonia of the soul awakens us in you.
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