Dew of the Morning (new poem)

"Dew of the Morning"

by Tim Kavi

Sweet dew

in the morning

the flowers

sing songs of joy

to you

breezes carried

the music

of the woman

I tarried for

waiting for more

and in the potion

of your love

across the ocean

I hear your call

every day

in the morning

smiling like the sun

until the day

is come

there is only

the dew of your love

sprouting.