There is something about the way
early morning light bounces and throws patterns
Lacy images; shadows outline a lovers body
Reminders of times and moments
I hold so dear, so tightly my chest aches;
with no reason, clarity or explanation of my own
And every song that ever moved me,
or word that held me with gentle hands;
throughout my life remain an analogy
A direct connection to my own hearts song
Some where out in the distant fog
I can hear a tender voice singing; an echo
and Leonard’s poetic lyrics float seductively
Sometimes profound, sometimes gut wrenchingly sweet
A nod to the man stringing words of love and loss
An honor to my own invitation to heartbreak
and a love so intense; nothing else mattered
Or at the very least, a clearer image my fantasy
of you and me; what could have been…what could be
Five something in the morning seagulls fly overhead
Hit and run grabbing what they can – A.M. comfort
A sunrise rush; full of visuals, sounds and pure poetry

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