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by Brian Francis

In the quite of the morning
When the light begins to dance
I lay and stare at the ceiling
As I dream about romance

I wander through life's memories
bursting brilliant in my mind
Losing myself -- at least my self-control
tumbling through the jagged reflections of my soul

the sun continues rising
I lay in awe at the miracle of life
And what is life without passion
But a painful expression of what could be

Like dust upon the windowsill
It settles where it might
Forever reaching for that spark
Fading out of sight

And as the birds begin their singing
It pulls me from my trance
As I turn to embrace you
To find your eyes embracing me
And in the heat of that moment
When our hearts join as one
I come to see in that moment
how I am a lucky man


Posted on 07/02/2009
Copyright © 2021 Brian Francis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/26/09 at 05:48 PM

Ah, a man too who is aware and grateful. Two great qualities layered on a poetic sensibility. Lucky woman.

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