Stolen moments
The few minutes
before
everyone wakes up.
Precious, quiet, me only.
The sun warming up the sky
as it peeps out.
The glass of last night
still on the table.
The book fell to the bedside.
Quiet, beautiful quiet.
Calm, beautiful calm.
Beautifully rested mind.
Stealing those few moments
Before life starts bubbling around.
Before I forget to look at the orange sky.
The power within us and the power without.
A homage, a quiet thanks for all that is.
Let the beauty last
From the slow lazy waking up of my eyes
with a lazy smile,
Till those very eyes cannot hold anymore.
posted by Tuya @ 07:35
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