Mornings I've Missed
Lately
I've been mourning
all the mornings I've missed
while mist must have drifted
like curled smoke
while I lay curled asleep
drifting through my dreary dreams.
Now that I know
that quiet exultation
that can mount within me,
nothing can hold me,
nothing can keep me
from morning walks in dew-laden fields
when morning walks across the earth
hand in hand with me.
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