The brilliant blush—
fire dancing and
the sky warms,
Ghost remembers this—
morning and joy
here awakened
in champagne clouds
breathing ocean air
I was like you—
so young–
haunted and not—
the sad slow whens–
but sail on
looking at the stars
embracing eternity,
almost
I had to get a message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle before really getting started with my day. But you can see that sometimes I do it in stages. 🙂