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Kissing the flowers awake.
 
Dedicated to the beautiful Tink
and the joy we share.


Kissing the flowers
Awake,

Busy, like bees,
In the honey-dripping sun.

Still you that lights me,
That guides my hand,

And love sits lightly
Upon my brow.

Kissing the flowers
Awake,

Making the morning fly
In wonder.

Making my mark
That you might see

And share the joy
You spark in me.

Kissing the flowers
Awake -

A holy communion
Of self and scene.

In the sweet fragrances
I will find you

And pledge my heart,
Now grown whole.

By Aengus

© 2011 Aengus (All rights reserved)

 

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