The thief left it behind: the moon at my window - Ryokan

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

waking at 4am


birds sing
the mornings 1st song

love's smiling eyes;
my horizon

we the weavers dance
suns golden hue

our heart is music
the birds sing to


Art and Poetry said...

Its a nice poem and photo! I did not see the baby right away

HummingBird said...

LOL, yes that's my baby, but he ain't no baby!

thank you, dear friend.

Gilbamar said...

Hi hummingbird! What a very, very nice poem! I think it must be good waking at 4am, but so after sleeping again(smilings).

Kiss of friendship.

HummingBird said...

Thank you Gilbamar. 4am is a precious time of the day :)