This early morning hour is mine
I stir alone no others pine
My heart is free to roam and dance
Whilst others sleep and dream at last
I roam my thoughts far and wide
I'm first a pirate then a bride
My pen it travels to and fro
To capture thoughts and silly rhymes
This time I take just for me
It sits and waits like cat in tree
For me to ponder happy thoughts
or silly wanderings of my heart
If you never have this time
My heart is sad for missed sublime
Come hither hearken to its call
Grab pen for note and have a ball
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Love and other Feelz
PoetryBrief moments of time and emotion caught in the tapestry of word.