Stolen Moments

Another early morning sunrise

Daylight yawns and slowly rises

Its warmth a welcome caller.

An extra day in paradise.

It is good to be alive.

The garden dew resembles raindrops

It takes me home awhile

To call on a past I ran through.

This time though unhurried.

The road is long.

Nothing stirs now

The stillness of first light lingers

Memories visit and rest awhile.

They give me comfort

They give me shelter from the world.

All is quiet

Save my thoughts

This is the time to delight in

Before daytime deeds intrude.

These moments are my own.

Outside a hurried world awaits.

The masses will soon rush forth,

The puppet show begin.

It is not as it should be

It is not as it could be.

It is early morning

It is a new day

I am alive and life is good.

My time will not be hurried

It is my own.

© 2008, Tim (P) Prendeville


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One response to this post.

  1. Okay, love this one too!!

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