Tuesday, 6 February 2018

The Beautiful Dawn


I once dreamt of her, The Beautiful Dawn,
Softly humming James Blunt
While watching you sleep.
The white voiles breeze in the open windows
Caressing the morning’s silent entrance
The sun stirs as you should be
The coral sands and blue waters call
The sail is up, the wind astern
Outward to the ocean
To the endless horizon of dreams
We set sail.

© Sheila Ash, 2018

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