Images

The gentle morning sun peeks through the window and onto my face
My eye blinks for a moment
Then wedged open in consciousness
Slowly my head turns towards the large bay window,
Staring at the dawn,
My mind wanders for a moment

Bouncing amazement in the distance,
A flower blown by an unseen wind
A fluttering heart falling in love
The sun of a gentle spring morning

Words often bring images to mind
Images of a day forgotten
A love unknown in ages
To scared to care, to afraid to realize
What I truly have

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