Rest in the morning

Refreshing rest in the morning fills my soul with strength,
markets with resilient wings the shadows of the night.
The songs of the birds still vibrate in the cool wind,
written notes, which are made of dreams.

The slow warm sun embraces me with her dress.
Banished tormenting thoughts, grief and suffering.
Mown grass, wet earth with a heavy scent,
barely audible singing of life fills the air.

The pointer of existence turns slowly in time with wounded hearts,
the invisible hand of a ubiquitous system alleviates
Pain.

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Copyright © 2002 by Petra Heierhof