Poem 3 - Morning Muse
𝟸𝟷.𝟶𝟻.𝟸𝟸 - Ericeira, Portugal
It caresses my skin,
The gentle stream of my creation.
It comes carried by the breeze
Of this quiet morning
Where still lingering in the night silk
I allow the nectar to be poured in
From my lush reveries
And alive they come
My dreams now nourished
By the rising sun
As light descends
On the sleepy corners
Of my longing heart.
“Take me with you” it says
On those roads that have no destination
On those red Earth paths
That stain my feet
With the colour of belonging
To the natural
To the ephemeral
To the ever-disappearing
And yet ever-alive
I come
I arrive
Here I am
With. You. Now.
Because where else
could I possibly be ?