"Morning Dew"
"Morning Dew"
Little drops of dew
like turquoise fountain springs
trickles misty rose in color
on a palette so she clings.
And I'd paint her
crimson red,
as she's laying softly in her whispers
on my moonlit, star borne bed.
As the morning sun
appeals
blowing golden kisses, honey sweet
and so she kneels.
It's a wonderfully blended
sort of hue
when amber sands of moonlight
a little shy and blue
sneak up on the twilight
to kiss the morning dew.