4 May 2012

Dreamlike, the morning comes,

I imagine who is awake on those rabbit runs,

Light streams through,

I feel my warm skin as it gleams,

I open my eyes and uncover colour amidst the whitish creams:

Pale hues of blues with yellows and pastel pinks.

I decide to put on my clothes,

Stroke down any kinks,

The colours are evolving,

I take a deep breath in

Of the fresh country air smell,

Awake, I begin

To walk to the bay window,

Open its mossy panes wide,

And breathe, smell, breathe,

Deeper, deeper inside.

I feel the fresh season tingle my soul

Like it's laughing innocently as it dances through my body whole.

Trees swish in pairs as if they are dancing too,

I catch sight of a big willow tree

With lustrous locks of green plume.

A glorious, united sway,

I suppose they are excited

At the beautiful new day,

I hope I'm not uninvited.

BethibellaA Call From The Morning • Opuss № I