forever your song
when I think of poetry
I think of song
the early morning bird
making sure
I think of you
curtains drawn
the interval begins
we awaken
and we start again
the end game
can never be known
but what happens
in the meantime
is forever yours
december two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Très beau 🙂
merci beaucoup
What a beautiful way to think of the day!
Thank you very much, Mona.