Good morning by Monija Radovic

9. 1. 2011. | posted in |

There is time that floats in the space

like drops of dew float on the shores of the beach

there is time that again was made up of just you and me

in that time all the dawns broke free.



And the sky was painted in all the hews of purple and red

and all the space surrounding us was just a thick fog of Love

that was the Time just of our own

because all the rest seized to exist.



Days never rise any more

night fail to collapse over this eternal sky

and all the hews still burn the same

safely sleeping on palms of our heart

expending,evolving becoming the Now