morning thoughts
The Sweet smell of my lady’s love / her body blending with my own / a time when the world is dark and quiet and we’re alone / the precipice that separates noise from peace / a hint of the ever evolving magic / a precious place that combines and still confirms the space of oneness and togetherness / there is a morning thought.
And still a softer morning in March / a gift for me from god with a darling face and papa’s eyes and grandma’s grace / how there the light of immortality shines / as wondrous fragile dream chase light and the slightest breeze for the first time / morning thoughts then evolve as smiles and love and sunshine and…
Soccer. There is a morning thought. My lady in all her imperfect glory wakes from her beauty sleep to welcome me back into her arms. MLS 2008. What? You were expecting a preview? I think you know where to find it. Or you can sign up to follow TIAS on Twitter for instant updates on everything you need to know and a few things you don’t all season long.
–quote with a slight addendum, from Gil Scott-Heron’s “Morning Thoughts” off Reflections, Arista 1981.














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