Sunday, January 30, 2011

Morning Mist

I wish each day for the moments to last. The mute mornings, early musings. To rise up before sunshine. To be the first and the only one around. It's the best time of the day, of solitary existence.

When, in the darkness, I feel upon me, the shadow of mist.

1 comment:

Someone said...

I like the power of your words. It inspires imagination and feelings deep inside..
I too liked solitude or so I thought until I faced true solitude. It made me yearn to meet someone to talk to :)