Breath

 

take my darkness into light
such as the one
close to your
eyes

give me a morning
of songs and of colors
invade into my soul

let there be shiftings
of shadows
glistening moons
color red suns
brighten your eyes
Gloria

I am silent now
and tender
for the golden spur
of morning sun
still lies in the horizon

I am hungry for the colors
and the sounds of day music
that lie outside
my window
waiting

till it's time once more...

 

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