Awake with a song in the heart
as the rhythm moves and grooves
eyes slowly open to answer the call
of a light that slips in
like a welcome friend.
Washing away the memory of dreams
and the sweetest things fresh on my mind,
the body stretches to loosen the soul
as feet lightly hit cool tile,
moving forward to greet what comes
a song on the horizon of my tongue
I sing to tune of the birds beyond
light and fresh
creating magic
in my world.
Last night I dreamt of Christmas cookies and the scent of cinnamon…..guess my sweet tooh took over my mind…not a bad thing but still woke to birds singing a lovely tune and a song from my youth running through my head. Life is good, welcome to Friday.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 