This gentle dawn my piano seemed to
play itself moving my hands before
anything, before stepping out under
lillac skies to walk my canine sister,
before sipping a hot cup of earl gray
between bites of blueberry muffins,
before splashing cool water on my face,
brushing my teeth, but not before
the reverie of waking, breathing deeply.
Quietly mornings bloom now, past mornings
fade without trying - except for my
mornings with you. They are pulling
me forward to my piano, melodious,
poetic days and adventurous terrain!
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