early morning hours

I see you sitting
on the earth’s richness
taking in the morning hello
of sunrise.

I find you from afar,
in my own isolation, you
disturbed my solitude.
I am curious about you.

I shake my head trying to clear
the fog of this would be dream
I see before me.

You, your caramel skin touching
the white sands of creation.
I am awed by the perfection
I am witnessing.

In my transformed state,
I am not delusional about
your reality of truth.

I wonder will we meet,
have a conversation that greets
both of us with smiles.

I am pulled away by the
time that I wish was mine.
But now I know where to
find beauty in the early
morning hours.

© Exposed Loving 2016

*Dedicated to the Island Girl

Exquisite Creating

Cheeks strain from the smiling that blesses my face and those who see the traces of my happiness smile with me.

My heart melts hearing the sounds of created voices mastering a symphony of melodies, lyrics spring forth mesmerizing the inner positions private to others but known by one’s soul.

Drawing by Exposed Loving

Music played by skilled hands inspire movement, ancient and modernity mix spices mingle and a dish of elaborate physical cuisine is displayed as drums beat, horns sound, strings are plucked and the ivory accompanies the sweet and savory.
Similar blessings flow from the smile of a little one or a newborn, the awakening in them is fresh and deliberate an innocence commanding love.

The Creator has made brilliance brilliantly. Sculptured from His own image made vibrant standing still, quiet, loud, rhythmically coexisting joy is to be had, love is in the making when one stops and notices the wonder around them and in them…explore it.
(Copyright Exposed Lovingđź’™, 1.4.18, revised 5.4.18)