"The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence. When our mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers." ~ Thich Nhat Hanh
Past Midnight
At five o’clock, violet layers
ascend my window; I am
addicted to the slow
revelatory letters arriving
miles from here.
The sun still sleeps.
Slowly, I hear the
scarlet howl of the
morning train--
nothing stops the saxophone
of the approaching wind.
Nothing stops
the sun from rising,
nothing stops
the surge of the distant
song from falling like
tears from a pining
metal flute singing
a river of woeful love.
Morning is isolated in one
picture frame,
a dewy epistle leads to
Jacobs ladder of love letters
streaking through
soulful clouds
on another solitary day.
Notes come in focus on
a rippling current of wind,
finger leaves of
green bamboo subtly
twitch, she gradually stirs
leaving me with a craving
for her imagined golden kiss.
TJKG
Another great one. The morning kiss of the sun is pleasant.
ReplyDeleteYes, I write the poems, lyrics and commentary on my site. It's funny, there are few people who are still in disbelief...
I knew about all the poetry and prose but not lyrics..this is fabulous...nice work
Deletevery cool capture of the morning...i like the images...and esp...as you may guess the...nothing stops the saxophone
ReplyDeleteof the approaching wind..... i love mornings...i love to up early before the world wakes..so this was right up my alley
I too love the morning. Waking with the birds. Thank you.
Deletelove the sounds in this...the train, the sax of the wind, you capture well the song of the world...not many catch it in the bustle of the day...but you do here...smiles.
ReplyDeleteI love this...I hear the
ReplyDeletescarlet howl of the
morning train--
nothing stops the saxophone
of the approaching wind.
Nothing stops...beautiful!
Tracy, there is such a sense of calm in this. I too love mornings, if I am not facing a busy day, otherwise I like to sleep :) Truly beautiful poem.
ReplyDeletePamela