early morning murmurations
whispers in my ear
like a dream preceding sunrise
sweet murmurings making me smile
telling me to stay asleep
there is no place to go from here
other than up
and when I awaken I will go there
speeds exceeding
a million miles per hour
play me something relaxing baby
she sighs in these early hours
well before birds begin stirring
conjuring my innermost thoughts
blasting them beyond the treetops
november two thousand seventeen
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This is what I would like mornings to be like… (but that’s not a Monday)
mesmerizingly peaceful….