BLOSSOMS TO THE DAWN
The lavender sky in the morning blossoms to the dawn
Where soft brushes of colors blend shadows upon.
In the morning I come before Him in song
Against the sky when I soar with Him where shadows are long.
The soft lavenders over the horizon now just a bud now full
Where in the shadows of the morning in places cool.
As the morning blossoms as it slept through the night
The edges of the moon on the blossoms are white.
When the soft brush of colors in the horizon hint
Like rainbows lavender on the hillsides that are now bent.
In His love as He touches the morning with His brush
As the sky becomes into the morning in its silent hush.
As the sky blossoms into the colors of lavender tears
As on hillsides I find a soft tremble of its edges as it peers.
The sky lit as a lavender blossoms as it opens its petal each
And then as each opens in the morning I gaze into it as its blossoms reach.
copyright Cheryl Zweigart
2009
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