I woke to their singing
like lounging by the river
a fresh morning dew
preparing us a sky as blue.
This isn’t just remembering
more holding truth to who we
are when a cloudy mind reflect
upon a gentle swaying we select.
Last night heard words ringing
soft reminders why we are now
Inside lovely dreams, a fantasy
in strength settling a symbolic sea.
I lay in bed awaiting a morning sun
gray skies gifted me a gentle breeze.
©️Thom Amundsen 4/2021