Morning Glories
Waking up in flower petals
my head cradled by soft moss,
knowing not my slumbering spot
yet feeling anything but lost.
Seeing the blue of a morning sky,
my distant untouchable ceiling.
Remembering visions of dreams,
hanging on to a lingering feeling.
Cocking my head, I hear rushing,
pristine waters of the stream.
Gurgling and bidding my entry,
for purification, it would seem.
Something special surely led me here
and gently laid me down to sleep.
The wonderment felt upon awakening,
timeless beauty I’m wont to keep.
Submitted for Rose’s private challenge Your Choice
“timeless beauty”
By AlwaysMyWords
© 2010 AlwaysMyWords
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