Early Mornings

Good morning.
Blink away the dreams
So they fall from your lashes to
Sprinkle your lap like falling stars
Dig your fingers into the mattress
That is stained with hushed secrets
Reach for the coffee mug
A blanket made of caffeine coats
Your throat and tightens with warmth
Gentle rays of sunlight creep inside
Touches the surface of your skin
With orange and yellow fingertips
You notice the beads of water
That disperse across the windows
Your ears perk up to the sound
Of fluttering drops, pitter-padder, they say
Before humming the song of rain
Familiar and always something new
You open the window to let the wind in
Pause for a moment but the light
Scent of cigarettes still lingers in the air
Then you finally hear it – the wind
How it howls, but then lowers its’ voice
Wake up, it purrs. Wake up.

  • Priya ...

    Priya ...

    Ah so delicate and so beautiful

  • RosaCobos

    RosaCobos

    Oh… it the wind is biding me to wake up…where I was before?
    In perfect sensorial world, where there is not dream but an extension of my nerves, so laxed and renewed that are apt to catch much more of the vibrancy of a new day.
    Rosa (beautiful, Vivian….)

  • ricardo perez jr

    ricardo perez jr

    hell yea gurl ,yu do yur thing ,rick

  • routinemagic

    routinemagic

    a mattress stained with hushed secrets and humming the song of rain! what phrases! ... simply lovely :)

  • Hector A. Encinas

    Hector A. Encinas

    Charming style.
    this is a good peice.

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