Early morning silence enfolds me in shades of darkness,
not a breathe of anything is heard the hour before
dawn of the morn awakens all around me,
peaceful quiet soothes my soul
and stars far above glow with love.
A gentle breeze silently caresses skin,
Zephyr kisses my forehead and stirs
the willow branches which sway so gently to and fro,
a star far above winks at me as I leave
this realm and journey through the cosmos.
I visit a star and see a distant past below,
a temple atop a mountain glows with golden
light from the rising sun,
Apollo arises like the sun and strolls
out in the early morning silence
to play his lyre for the Muses.
He greets me with a nod and smiles tenderly
then points to another temple below
where I enter into a serene abode of my own,
no walls there are, only soft pale green curtains
flow to and fro with the breeze, like my willow.
Asudden I am back under my willow tree,
a soft timid chirp from a small bird
awakens me and I wait for her song
to bring alive the sounds of morning
in shades of sun light.
© 2019 Phyllis Doyle Burns