That Morning Day

I recall that morning day
you flickered on from far away
a noble name — a blip on screen
I felt I was your long-lost Queen.

I felt I fell from silver clouds
of thunder proud and — oh, so loud
into a realm so bright so blue
of loving nights and morning dew.

I heard a tune so sweet it cries
echo from beyond the skies
so soft so faint it sang by me
from distant lands and far off sea.

It came from times before God spoke
before He stretched before He smoked
when in His dreams He saw us then
when I was Me and You my Man.

Sparks burst inside my head
so colorful so fun, — some sad
I saw a sight from long ago
that morning day I came to know —
You.

Photography Asaf Fulks at The OC Recording Company
Canon EOS 70D 35mm | Mile Square 7/31/20