(Just something old and lightweight – from 1993)
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Wake me when the morning comes,
call me from a dream
when the day is cracking open
and the sunrise spreads like cream.
Together we will wander
and together we can drink
of morning glory nectar
till the air is polished pink.
Then let us go a-dancing
through the ripples of the day
till evening shadows climb the sky
to seed the Milky Way.
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© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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I absolutely love this, Betty–every single word!!
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Thank you, Caddo!
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I loved it too, completely- through and through!!!! Just Beautiful, Love Linda
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Thanks, Linda – glad you like it!
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I agree with the Linda and Caddo – I simply love the meter and the message of your words. This story of a day in the heart is soft and endearing. The meter is perfect ….
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Thank you, Grandfathersky!
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I love it like a breath of energy xxx
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Thank you, Silver Poet!
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I love the rhyming in it! good stuff.
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Thank you, glad you liked the rhyme!
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Hi Betty
a bright start of the day, lovely! 🙂
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Thank you, Ina! 🙂
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This might be ‘oldish’ but it’s certainly not lightweight, Betty. Lovely poem.
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Thanks, David – I appreciate that!
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Beautifullt dreamy!
Anna :o]
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Thank you, Anna!
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Being an unregenerate morning person, I am totally overjoyed by your invitation to “drink morning glory nectar” as the sunrise spreads like cream in my coffee! What a terriffic poem to read this second Saturday morning of June!
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Glad you enjoyed that, Granbee! (A morning person I am not – except in poetry. 🙂 )
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Oh this just give the day such a wonderful feel…quite a lovely poem.
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Thanks very much, Charlie!
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Love this…
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Thank you very much!!
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Totally charming from the first word to the last..gave a very happy feeling.
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Glad you liked it, Gayle. 🙂
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I love every word, Betty, magical and delightful~xx
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Thanks very much, Lauren! 🙂
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This reminds me of your children’s poems Betty, and it is absolute magic. How you write poem after poem after poem with this quality never ceases to amaze me. As Gayle said, this gives you a happy feeling. Life can be okay and even wonderful, at least for a time, after all.
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Thank you, Thomas!
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Let me echo…charming! A line I especially loved: ’till the air is polished pink…’
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Thanks, Diane! 🙂
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Beautiful, lovely, sweetness topped off with “till evening shadows rise
to seed the Milky Way”. Such a glorious way you have with words…
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Lindy Lee, I didn’t yet thank you for this nice compliment! Glad you liked it. 🙂
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Effortless ingenuity and beauty.
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Ben, I thank you once again!
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