Beautiful morning in pastel skies
lain in silent repose, autumn respite
breathes crisp is the air. Slow emergent eyes
would life alone always feel sweet regret.
How then we nourish a waking desire
the soul in our heart alive less restrain,
for there always this confusion aspire
dreams ahead so absolute quell the rain.
Let swift his own methodic … a Chopin
serenade … to reach high in the heavens.
Varied in nature our eyes could open
while an offering melt away burdens.
Oh now this moment our passion release.
For there is the will of God grant our peace.
©️ Thom Amundsen 12/2020