In the Lace by A. Paige White Into a morning before the dawn slides tendrils of palest mauve with entertwined puffs of cotton and jagged wrinkled spears of moisture pierce up to speak to the sun piercing the darkness spidery lace listens for a time to glisten and preying mantis in a half moon circle in their stick world seek to surround already known fairest warnings abound For first was the sound chiming and jingling as angels bowed down in their own fair winds and blew a kiss in my face Good Morning What do you make of such a place? Will you gaze at the mantis or delight in the lace? 02/19/2007 Author's Note: 4:00 comes early on the mornings I'm awake Dedicated to Scott Posted on 02/20/2007 Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)