Sunday, November 10, 2013

Morning Prayer

I step through the door
Into day’s room
Caught by surprise
She struggles to shed
Her nightly garb
And dress in day’s attire

Her net of diamonds
Cast over velvet oceans
To gather up
Our human dreams
Is slowly packed away
For another day

She blushes in crimson flush
Dream catcher caught
While birds
Wolf whistle in melodies
Aroused to see
Her beauty

Locking the door
I pause, in ritual
And ask God, the gods
The mysteries and superstitions

Do not break my heart
Too hard today
Break it just enough
It is not too hard

To be human

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