Is this the morning light I see?
She whispered in her slumber
her head she rolled into her knees
her hair a flare of umber.
Back to her dreams she wished to run
to reach beyond the stars and sun
to a place from which unfold
fantastic tales to live and hold.
Is this the morning air I feel?
She stirred under the covers
her body trembled to breeze in trees
her skin began to shiver.
In maze of time she longed to run
fancy free and full of fun
in dreams of days which roll in spools
in visions lovely not so cruel.
Is this the morning song I hear?
she sunk into the pillow
sweet strain of harp from Paradise
still quivered soft and mellow.
She wrapped herself into the sheets
the whiteness of the Heavens
and found herself close to a dream
but now it was past seven.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
May 24, 1998 | Olympia Fields, Illinois
Such a lovely write Kira! Welcome to POETS!
Kira Shimoni Fulks: Thank you Karen! A pleasure to be part of this great group!
Nice brightful write to read on a Monday.
Monday blues are hard to beat but this one helped. Brought some fresh glowing thoughts and a nice feel. Descriptions, imagery and all – fantastic. Happy read 🙂 Thanks Kira.
Dear Kira, I love how you twist the language to perfect and understanding/meaningful words.
“In maze of time she longed to run
fancy free and full of fun
in dreams of days which roll in spools
in visions lovely not so cruel.”
I liked the above lines. I dream my poetry and stories before I write. In dreams, we can see the future, the past and the present. In set-up dreams. We can know joy and pleasure. I loved your words. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
dearest Kira… your Graphic is lovely and fragile…
your poetry is gentle and romantic. I especially love the
verse– “she sunk into the pillow … sweet strain of harp
from Paradise… still quivered soft and mellow.”
tenderly, Pat