Thursday, September 15, 2011

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.

Photo Credit: Photo is by Steve Happ.

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