Morning Thoughts

I WANT TO SEE YOU IN THE DAYLIGHT
NAKED
PLAYING INNOCENTLY
LIKE CHILDREN

SKETCHING SLOWLY — THE MURAL OF OUR LIVES

I WENT DOWN INTO MYSELF TO
SURFACE THE PARTS OF MYSELF I KEEP QUIET/SILENT

MY FEELINGS ABOUT YOU TAKE FLIGHT
WHAT SHELTER CAN I GIVE THEM?
IN THE THICK OF MY BROW, I WONDER
WHAT YOU THINK/FEEL I FEEL/THINK ABOUT US
THOUGHTLESSLY — YOU FEEL SO RIGHT NEXT TO ME

WITH STRENGTH — I AM HELPLESSLY MOVED
TO TEARS — TO WRITE — TO YOU
AND I CAN’T HELP BUT ADORN YOUR FEET
YOUR FOUNDATION
NOR TRY TO ENCASE YOUR GOODLOVE
THAT WHICH SPAWNS AND LETS NOURISHMENT DEPART
WITH GIFTS

I HEAR YOUR VOICE/WORDS/INNER SELF AND KNOW YOU ARE RIGHT
AND WHILE IN MOTION
I WAIT FOR US TO GO TO SHARE YOUR SPACE

IN THE DAYLIGHT


© B.Michael Hunter 1988

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