The Breath of The Morning

It's all about a great feeling share sometimes at the break of another day.

                                       The Spirit is new,

                              like the rising of the sunshine in another day.

                                       The arms are softer,

                                  easily swung like a deflected ray.

                                       The legs are lighter,

                                       lighter than a rain.

                                       The body is joyful, 

                          so sound like the rythm from a pluged guitar.

                                       The mind is clearer,

                          clearer than a prism of glass with thousands of sensation flowing through it.

                                  I can walk across my bed without knowing.

                                  I can dance in it without a song.

                                       For the body is right.

                                       The feeling is great.

                           A wonderful air saturates the space within,

                              and more than enough seems sinless.

                           Beam of light from the window shine forth, 

                            from the cotton harmlesly moving about.

                                       I couldn't wait to see the exterior. 

                           I couldn't wait to sense what was beyond the reach of my eyes.

                                       And when I got nearer, 

                             an experience waiting to share greets me. 

                           A breath of sunshine pervaded my face.

                         Inhaling it, triggers in me millions of sensation at once.

                                       A feeling I can't describe.

                                       A feeling that is memorable

                                       What a breath!

                                       What a moment!

                               Just like the breath of life,

                                       but it is not.

                                  It's an healing one.

Author's Note

I will so much appreciate whoever gives me his or her thoughts about this poem.

Reviews

[Sophia]

I feel like you're describing someone that has been set free from thier personal prison.
It's very nice. Emotional.

[P Mike]

True! But this is a bit different, in the sense that it is about freedom from boredom, unpleasant past memories, and yesterday worries into the excitement of a new day.

[Thesecuts]

You're very talented and this is very original

[P Mike]

Thanks friend!