Morning Visitor
I woke up early when the air was cold
tip-toe, tip-toe my feet rush against the icy floor
disheveled and unkempt, the morning envelops it's visitor
Anticipation bubbles eagerly in the quiet
and its energy tickles the fingertips
it edges me to hurry on
My steps quicken
to meet you
As thoughts cloud a sleepy mind
drunk with emotion, dizzy amidst the daydream
To taste the kindness that lives on your lips,
feel the sincerity of your touch
to hear kindness so leisurely given
to share the innocence of your company
for a moment to feel free.
Just Janel
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