Morning Has Not Broken
It's still dark, at the end of your dreams,
when you were watching Vincent painting sunflowers,
looking at Leonardo adding the Mona Lisa's smile,
it wasn't new, they'd been there all the while.
Realizing how much love you were surrounded with,
the gifts you had been given to use from your paintbox,
you could feel patches on your soul, they were tactile,
it wasn't new, they'd been there all the while.
You wish for more, think that it's not enough,
there is no need, how lucky you are to touch the sky,
do not return, reach forward in your own style,
it wasn't new, love had been there all the while.
Then I knew, morning can come now, I'm ready,
to love you, as I see lightening shades of indigo blue.
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I LOVE this poem....what you did with Van Gogh & DaVinci in the first stanza is absolutely BEAUTIFULLY painted!! (pardon the pun)...I cannot say enough about the stellar wheels you have given this piece.....I pray that it rolls its way into the spotlight somehow..... for it is truly worthy of any praise that may find its way to your most deserving ears my friend!! ALL STARS & PINNED!!...the magic you are creating with these Sonnets of yours are such wonderful additions to the whole of this site......you ROCK TERRY!!......Glide on Love!!.....hello to the wife!!......smiles.....T xo : )
Hi Tony,
Thanks so much,
you are very kind.
Anne says hello to you.
Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)
Agree with Tony ..great write x
Hi Marion,
Thanks so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)
Hi Hj,
thanks so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)