I gaze towards an eastern place

~0~

 

Morning light now comes to glow

on weary smiles and waking eyes

As ribbons of a crimson flow

paint dawn upon these early skies

 

I gaze towards an eastern place,

so far and yet so near to me

In hopes of dreams I long to trace,

such beauty for my eyes to see

 

And as the heavens cast their shine,

a canvas tinted sapphire blue

This wondrous day again is mine

as I awake to thoughts of you

 

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Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Daydreaming again I read. Blue heaven sounds like a good subject alone for a poem. All the meanings of blue. If it weren't for night, daylight would have no glow. Y'know?

[willweb]

I do know and I do know that both day and night will always be poetic inspirations for me. Thanks so much my friend.

[Lorry]

I find it funny that I'm guessing, like me, you don't need a compass to know where your thoughts are headed 'pon wakening. There may be distance between you, but they are always with you in your thoughts, that instantly arrive at their door.
Oh, and to handily tie up this review.... What Linda says below 😊

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. Thankfully I do have the rising sun each day to point me in the right direction.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I love that you have such a poetic heart. You are a dreamer, and the world needs more of those. I think my pen is infused with rain. Yours is infused with the light of the sun. Both are needed to make the flowers bloom.

[willweb]

Linda, my dear poetic friend, thank you for bringing a smile to my page. There is nothing wrong with a little rain every now and then. Your poetry is so beautiful, even a thunderstorm would look beautiful.