Blue over grey
shades of firmament
Ochre of the sunrise
blushing them away
Shadows of swallows
embracing the day
Flying across this
morning's portrait/ portrait of a morning
Trees still asleep
boughs and leaves
curled up within
tired from standing all night
I stare out the window
looking for the muse
that has left me waiting
for sometime
Words, sentences,
stories, themes,
songs, poems
all waiting
for the tempest within to settle
and me sail
guided by the stranger
in the mirror of this morning
past the seas, shores,
horizons and bounds
of all that is
just me
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