in my dreams i am all alone the sky is sending down a most precious gift of rain. i wake up and he is sleeping on the other side of the bed. i watch his mouth open slightly. mornings are difficult sometimes. awake, caught in the game of reality once again.
Lovely work here, Helen! I especially liked the 2nd and 3rd stanza's! Such a smooth ride you've taken me on.... thanks for sharing
A nice effort at concrete poetry too!The visual is working. A drop of rain builds and dies and builds again.
this is full of the unknown moment of a day the morning always awakens our path... love n peace from saff
