Thursday, October 13, 2005

Early Poet

is there a morning
more beautiful?
with autumn
like a pear
discouraged from progressing
hard without maturity
so sweet
drops of light
dance across my floor
last night sleeps
beside me
breathing softly
as i lean
to kiss
his salty cheek


beyondthebeginning said...

And he dreamed she wrote that for him
as he sat up and watched her redress
And that hair fall aside revealing all that she is to the world around.
And fearing all the world may miss not seeing what he has seen in her heart.

EL A. said...

Wow. Talk about "call and response"...I love yours AND beyondthebeginning's stanza.

Sounds like a hook up to me!