Sweet Phantasm

Sweet Phantasm !!

#weekendMornings

This morning I got up early again, longing to strike a better deal with the day.
One of those hushy mornings when sunrays dance in a quest to kiss your eyes,
But hands pull up the wrinkled sheet to come between.

I grab a cup of (tea) and lay my head against a soft cushion, wrinkling an old newspaper in my hands.
In a trice my eyes catch a picture printed on its corner page.
I close my eyes and glide into the serenity I've found in her hold.
The warmth I've felt looking into her eyes running deep down my soul.

Yes she is looking more beautiful today,
Better than a sunrise on a winter morning.
Or even the sunset at Dal lake.
Her eyes as blue as the ocean she is running across.
Her face as fresh as a rose bloomed overnight.

The long black hair tucked in an offbeat way,
The floral gown she is wearing has a promising sway.
The corner of her lips housing a deep desire,
Enough is her smile to ruin you entire.

I wake up again at half past eight.
Words are drifting in like a river stream.
In the depths of my sentinent she does hide.
She stands, a dream
From out the days gone by...!!