Each morn, my drowsy eyes seek you
Blindly
Within the bursting photons
That turn the night into glorious dawn
And sometimes, I find your footprints
Etched indentations
Upon the flowing breeze
A sign of your presence
As if waiting to be touched
By my still sleepy breath
Before melting away
Unobtrusively
Into the rising amber warmth
And I fall back into my dreams
With a half formed smile
Hugging the delicious weight
Of transient passage marks
To my heart
Like a treasure found…
Quiet footsteps upon the breeze!
MS
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