I like to walk in the morning before most people and the sun arise…
while the last scenes of their dreams are still dancing behind their eyes.
Walking alone among the stars I feel alive….I feel free…
It’s where I do some thinking…it’s where I wrote some poetry.
This morning, however, I thought…I’ll just walk…I’ll enjoy my quiet time…
I won’t do any thinking…I won’t fill my head with rhymes.
But it’s hard, even in the darkness, not to think of all the beauty that I see…
from the stars that dot the sky…to the shadows of the trees.
From the clouds floating overhead that lovingly caress the moon…
to the owls and crickets and mockingbirds who sing their morning tunes.
From the sound the unseen ocean makes as she blends in with the night…
to the rabbits who, as they watch me pass, are illuminated in moonlight.
Yes, I attempted to walk this morning and just enjoy my quiet time…
for no particular reason and with no particular rhyme.
But with all the sights and sound around me…all this beauty that enchants…
Though I try not think or come up with rhymes…it’s obvious…I can’t.
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