Rolling over,
eyelids flutter and open
to drink in the world
at that peculiar time in the morning
when everything is blue.
A peaceful shade
that coats the walls
and fills my mind
with whispers;
soft, but distinct.
First published July 1, 2001
Rolling over,
eyelids flutter and open
to drink in the world
at that peculiar time in the morning
when everything is blue.
A peaceful shade
that coats the walls
and fills my mind
with whispers;
soft, but distinct.