“Good Mornings”

by A_F_R_O_W

When mornings,

are like this…

…and Heaven’s,

warming hands,

are sensed…

…Sound,

is purest, Silence…

Night, is,

still, white,

alive,

with satin stars…

and, breathing,

Nature,

also, rests…

…I recognise

the gentle vibe,

of happy healing,

effortlessly,

nestled,

in my, Earthen, chest..

Am, Present,

as,

the deepest air,

is reacquainted,

with my vacant lungs,

in ways,

I’d not encountered,

yet.

Aware,

of Inspiration’s energies,

awaking,

that,

I thought,

I’d put to bed.

When,

the morning,

is like this…

…all, cranberry-red…

and fragrances of dew,

refill the atmosphere…

the power of

those, stirring, frequencies,

becomes

rebalanced,

realigned…

…retunes itself,

with me.

Imagination,

is the key.

The signature,

in which,

my Spirit sings

and signs,

uniquely.

Because,

mornings,

which are good,

like this,

are Designed,

to rediscover,

such,

Creative Majesty.

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