woke up this morning

with kisses from the sunrise

in my eyes.

the birds outside the window

sat on the branches

with their song

as the morning coffee brewed.

you were the last thought dancing

as i fell asleep –

and as i awoke

a whole days promise was speaking.

looking for tomorrow;

my awakening flows into

the textures

between reality and you.

daylight savours

all the sliding hours.

passing minutes pile up

to a setting sun rising again.

woke up this morning

with dreams swirling with the stars.

found; are you in my morning?

you are everything that composes the day.

minutes wrap themselves

within the thought of you.

c.  2016  bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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