The dawn, still the quiet embers
linger, wander, falling under
spells to uncover
Hands grasped golden nights
music fiery, blazed the heavens
mingling with starlight
Morning birds on wing,
dawn of sacred blessings
calling lovers home
poetry & things
The dawn, still the quiet embers
linger, wander, falling under
spells to uncover
Hands grasped golden nights
music fiery, blazed the heavens
mingling with starlight
Morning birds on wing,
dawn of sacred blessings
calling lovers home