Thursday, August 2, 2012

That Kind of Morning


I wake up to see that it's that kind of morning.
God smiles the brightest without any warning,
In the form of a sunset that throws windows wide
and wraps my lover's forms in my arms and light,
and I might be God-tempted to stay here in bed,
But such a morning it's best to get up, live instead.

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