Posted in Poetry 1980's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged clouds, dreams, Love, moon, passion, poem, Poetry, reality, sunrise, sunset on November 4, 2017| 32 Comments »
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Last night
I saw your moon
silver,
waxing full
between the clouds,
its hug
wrapping me to sleep.
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This morning
I saw your sunrise
coral,
spreading low
through the clouds,
its breath
flushing over my cheeks.
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Tonight
I see your sunset
violet,
easing down
below the clouds,
its rays
combing out my dreams.
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(c) 1982, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Written in 1982, taken out of mothballs and revised.)
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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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