Sunday, January 23, 2011

Good Morning My Love!

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along." Rumi

Sometimes in the 
very early hours


When the morning 
light is just perfect
 
The air crisp and cold
I sit within the day 

 
 
And ride the wind 
that stirs the strings
of my soul.
 
fin
 
Sometimes in the 
very early hours
when the morning
light is just perfect
the air crisp and cold,

I sit within the day
and ride the wind
that stirs 
the strings of my soul.
Fin


photo credits 1,4& 5 tunblr,  2:  Mt St Helens Willamette River,  3, Mt St Helens, Portland Oregon Skyline