Dawning Creations

Be still, hazy Sunday morning.

While the is equal to the mountain apex, cresting is the moon, settling until tonight.

Lazy Sunday
bring me to laughing in your dizzy reality.

Be still.

Gaze into twilight skies.
Birds fall quiet, while crickets boldly bellow on and on, coming to crescendo, and reaching my ear under my pillow.

The sun is subduing to the soft calls of the night.
Resting in abandonment, he is missing our missing him.

Bleating goats beckon their shepherds, as he has long gone to sleep.
Unattended, wild and trotting under the warm summer moon.

Gaze into the night sky.
Hues of color bind themselves,
becoming the blackness up above.

Lazy Sunday, bring me to laughing.
Bring me to see all I might have missed just days before.