The sun peeks out an eye
From beyond the grassy hill
The air is soft and yellow
The world sits still
The morning is fresh
And quiet as the land remains at rest
Soft light streams onto my balcony
As I stand before the sleeping town
My wings flutter in the wind as I look down
Smiling at the innocent city
And a calm feeling sweeps over me
Not a creature stirs
As the morning unfolds
The light is warm
But the air is cold
And I can see the tree leaves blow in the distance
Slow, inviting silence
Now is my time to fly.
I fly in the early morning
With the robin bird’s wake
Because the sunrise is the only time that I can take
A cloudy bath in the soft yellow light
Of a spring morning
My mind is clear
And I have no worries
Just flying with the birds in the sky
Free and unthinking
Like a dream
Like deeply asleep
Calming peace
That saves me
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What's Going On In Here? (puts a hand over my heart)
a public journal of a bunch of my poems; ones full of heartbreak, death, love, envy, depression, revolation, Jesus, and angels. Devils and sin, life and family, happiness and faith. ~welcome to my heart, victim.
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