Awaking, you follow the scents of dawn.
Morning. Where do you go today?
Will you path jasmine or sandalwood?
Or, you will let lavender take a lead gentle?
Suddenly, you find yourself at the lips of a river,
Touched by the aquarelle of sunshine
It runs away from you at tease, only to marry haven far away.
Eyes closed, you long for the reunion dulcet.
No time lost. It’s here, it’s back.
Instantly, you sense youth and innocence, all bare, all free.
With each draw, each heartbeat, you tremble closer to it.
Scents intimate.
Leaving no clothes on, you melt in at your want.
All pure and fervent you submit to its charge
Only to be by its side, when it meets heaven.
Morning rhapsody
© Copyright: Fern, 2004
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