The Blush
That paints the sky
As the blush and the flush
Of first light paints the sky
I look at morning’s majesty
Reflection in my eye
Another brand-new morning
Fresh with anticipation
I frame the new beginnings
In my imagination
Even yet before we’ve met
I feel a strong connection
The anima of feelings
Headed in a new direction
I visualise your eyes and smiles
The sparks upon your lips
The brush of your body
My mind is in an eclipse
Hiding there behind the horizon
The heat hurries to rise
The colours of the morning
At the moment of sunrise
Morning’s yawning and first light
Leave yesterday’s behind
And the mysteries of tomorrow
Buried yet to find
Where are you baby blue
Our thoughts blend and acquiesce
Soon to meet the morning
Conjoined with happiness
©
David Rudder
2023
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