Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged dancing, Eden, Love, nature, perfection, poem, Poetry, spirituality, sunrise, sunset on May 4, 2017| 14 Comments »
(just something light, 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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(a re-post)
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Eden, morning, nature, night, Poetry on June 8, 2012| 34 Comments »
(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.
.
© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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