The Blessing Of A Lovely Morning.

Evening update.
   Tuesdays are days when people are more productive at their work, do you know why? Because this is a day when nothing else works, so people do their job. Spring is in the air folks, pushing winter aside new sprouts are pushing their way into life. The very smell in the air is changing and I can see people jogging, walking with a thrill of just released from prison.  In a way I can say the earth is shaking away winter like a dog or cat shakes away water. Yup, lot of shaking going on around now California got a small quake. And I hear politicians shaking their head, Israelis and Palestinians are looking for new ways to harass each other, tech nerds are looking for new apps for their devices and a whole bunch of kids wandering around all confused and say… “Whatever” again and again and again.
   Life is beautiful like I said in my last post, it sucks for many and adorns some with good they define. In a way all are blessed every moment, it is in the way they take things that makes them feel good, bad, nasty or evil.  So those of you who feel bad look from another side where you are and what you are going through. It may interest you that life is showing its beauty unique to you.

Good morning.
    I wanted to post this poem in a morning and here I am in a morning. My promised poems as I said in a post couple of days ago is taking time to finish. Here I am posting materials from the so called “Romantic Age” of me hehehe. It all in many ways for many people may sound stupid. As for me that’s a wonderful life which made me who I am. Here is another poem. Enjoy.

The Blessing Of A Lovely Morning.

The whispers of the night,

Sighs and breath felt all over,

Skin upon skin, heart upon heart,

Merged into one, with passions firing from soul.

 

How wonderful it is to see you sleep,

As night through time step by step moved,

And dreams filled with you, I too slept,

 

The touch of lips upon mine erased the sleep,

And I saw the day waking behind you,

In sweetness spread from kisses you gave,

The morning ready to fly with wings all spread.

 

Like billions of doves flying all around,

Light danced and welcomed the day,

A day with promises born,

Yet, the first step to a lifetime ahead.

 

I saw no angels flying by,

I saw no glitters of blessings in the air,

The fantasies of love only heard and wrote,

Not stood as monuments for us to reckon.

 

All the wings of morning spread,

The Sun crawled up to heights and blazed,

House hold dust otherwise unseen now through creeping rays rose,

And through it all you walked with the morning glories in hand.

 

With the morning behind you and me in front of you,

In those eyes I saw the sparkles that left all in dark and dust,

Then I know who the angel truly is,

As the blessings glittered in your eyes that told,

How blessed I am in your love for me

 

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