Sometimes when I wake up in the morning
my breathing is different. I am remembering
the dreams I wandered through and I'm imagining
worlds beyond this one. I'm hearing the music
of spheres and planets, the resplendent tuning
of stars and lovers and I am celebrating
the presence of the beloved. She's reclining
on the sofa in a yellow light that is
hanging in the air. The Sun is mentioning
her body with its rays, I'm starting to know
how love and faith converse. The reasoning
of trees and grasses engenders surrender
to the color the Sun brings with morning.
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