Morning Greets Me
I rise, not just to the day,
but to the thought of you,
carried in the morning breeze,
in the song of the birds,
in the fresh promise
of the hours yet to unfold.
I rise, not just to the day,
but to the thought of you,
carried in the morning breeze,
in the song of the birds,
in the fresh promise
of the hours yet to unfold.
Shall I call myself a fool,
for letting my heart lead where reason would not go,
for wandering in a dream of you,
where every step takes me deeper,
into the gentle madness of love?
To exist is to be part of this grand design,
to feel the heartbeat of the universe,
to marvel at the wonders that surround us,
to cherish each moment in this cosmic dance.
Loss settled in my bones,
a weight I carried with each breath,
each step a reminder
of the spaces you no longer filled,
each day a struggle
to find meaning in the void.
In the vast night,
Constellations try to mirror
The depths of your eyes
But fall short,
An echo in the void,
Unable to capture your grace
For in the fields
where wildflowers bloom,
And in the forests
deep and green,
You’ll find your way
through sun and shade,
In moments
quiet and serene.
In the gaze of your eyes,
I see ancient memories,
Whispers of forgotten days,
Laughter carried by the wind.
I picked up the rose this morning,
And thought of you,
Unfolding in the light,
Radiant and resilient,
Blooming and beating heart.
What the stars tell me
About you tonight
Is everything I already know,
Yet in their ancient,
Timeless way,
They remind me,
I am blessed by your light.
Sit with me,
Out in the wild,
Among the towering trees
and untamed grass,
Where the world feels
vast and infinite.