Morning of Promise

Morning sun breaks low
As gold linings trace the clouds
The purple skies unfold
While a sea of blue wades out.

Birdsong heralds daybreak
A cool breeze stirs from it's sleep
The flowers open tenderly
Bathed in the dew drops sheen.

The fragile creaking of a rocker
Ushers to the symphony
While the softest whispers sing
From your loving lips to me.

Our hands are held in promise
Although our eyes seem blurred
We sit and share the beauty
Beholden to this earth.

This heart we share in earnest
Manifest us to these joys
And witness to our spirit
What true feelings we employ.

Fadedspirit 10/31/2008

I didn`t realize I was holding my breath,.till I got to the end,..

True love comes to true hearts,,NICE poem man.

very nice write...and you were the one warning me...ha!

'Morning sun breaks low
As gold linings trace the clouds
The purple skies unfold
While a sea of blue wades out.'

Oh what a lovely worded visual~a gorgeous canvas painted for us to enjoy!

Aww, thanks May but ummm don't forget to breathe...

Thanks iam4u Always nice to see ya stop in.

Aww, thanks MisKim.

Thanks kc, yup and I'm still warnin ya brother, you'll see...

Aww, thanks LAMom.

You're very welcome MsWizard. Your perceptions are taken to heart.