Monday WRites 64

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GRAYSCALED HOURS
What bird is this sounding in the dawn hours
Tick tock, tick tock, a metronome to savour so
Incoming newness with footsteps tread such power
Grayscale brings in, staggered reflection, deep
And the clock too, is sounding in the dawn hours
Marking time on the eyelids of morning, gently
And what of the moon? is she strawberry colour
Or has she lost her blush to time's serious glare
Will anything choose to be rigid in chaos so dour
With regret disturb fine thoughts of poetic rays
Still questioning a sounding in the dawn hours
GRAYSCALED HOURS © gillena cox 2016

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I rise to taste the dawn, and find that love alone will shine today Ken Wilber



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