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Prelude

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

Khalil Gibran

https://youtu.be/hMXaE9NtQgg

I rise early

In the winter to the cold

And darkness

And in the spring

To the first faint trace of rose

Which bathes the morning sky

While the dew lays on the lawn a silvery sheen

As if in remembrance of the waning moon

And fog lies along the low lands

Down along the creek and river

Settled down between the hills

A shroud of white

Beneath the shadowed woods

To wait �til the morning sun burns it away

But not yet

Not now

Now is when the stillness sings

And silence has her voice

When that which lingers on of yester-eve�s dreams

Echo

Not quite forgotten

And day has yet to set its pace�

I am at peace

And feel at one

With this my world

My place under the sun

This is a time of understanding the pondered voice of dawn

Which wakes the thoughts within

To test the earnest of the day

For with day rises hope anew

And is said, hope is but a waking dream

But my thoughts whisper it is you

And so turn my thoughts

As were my dreams

Of better things to come

And love

� 2011

Written by A_tellers_tale

Published 2nd Sep 2017

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Re. Prelude

Amorous_tryst

2nd Sep 2017 8:26pm

This is absolutely beautiful. I have felt this way on many a morn as the birds welcome my awakening and we share that start of a new day together.

Very well penned this is.

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