Early In The Morning

A Poem

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Early in the morning

suddenly I’m here—

My thought is

not quite clear,

But it’s fresh and new

and full of you…

We must have been

together in a dream.

I can’t recall the dream,

but I don’t care!

What I know is

that you’re still here,

Here in thoughts

beyond my hand.

To touch would be

too much to ask,

 I take

just what I can:

The smile

you’ve given to my heart,

 From time

to time,

Is all I ask, but

more than I can stand—

The smile that says

that you remember me

And you approve

that memory.

A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.