Hope is Louder in the Morning

The dark clouds and the deep red sky

The storm

The deathly



Surrender to

The pastel hues in the unlit sky




Gently stirs me from my slumber


The sky kisses my cheeks

Her moist lips

Meet mine

Her breath not for me alone


The soul of my lover

Softer than feathers

Hovers over the water

The ground sparkling with dew


This silence is somehow louder

The smells somehow stronger

I smell the campfire

The coffee

The grass and the trees


Hope is so much louder in the morning.

She has risen


He has risen





Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s