Angel Of The Morning Light

Poem By Gert Strydom

Angel of the morning light,
the sun is up
and the sun is bright
and still I see you sleep
on a Saturday morning.

Last night your cries
and lovely sighs
rang sweet in my ears
and now your head
is on a pillow
and your long brown hair
lies strewn like a sheaf of flowers.

I tend to the pets,
prepare some breakfast
and when you open your eyes
the gold of green and brown
glitters like fire
and there’s a sweet
smile on your face.

Comments about Angel Of The Morning Light

when you open your eyes the gold of green and brown glitters like fire and there’s a sweet smile on your face. and the smile was a lovely reward of nice services and love.
i enjot it. truly heart feel
an aubade singing solitude
Lovely morning poem.
Hope you read that to her, she must have loved it


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