mawnin page, i
what a quiet morning
where all I can hear is the flicker of my candles
where my breath is the loudest sound
it serves as the breaking dawn’s drumbeat
steady repeating
steady repeating
white musk incense saturating the air
how lucky and blessed am I
to experience this kind of quietude
this kind of serenity
before the Sun yawns
from a cloudy, heavenly home
welcome welcome into the day
welcome welcome