Tuesday, July 28, 2015

poem of the day July 28


Song of bird
on eve of dawn
calling out from
outside home
Dreams of
sleep have left
their lair
Open eyes
Open rides
The still
blanket of air
Open wide
I am riding tides
of dark 
Shadows pool
like islands
Each breath
slowly watching
the sun
until bird
falls silent to morning light

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