Behold the melting dawn...

                                                                                                                                                                                                         At sunrise...
Born of the earth, O' spirit of mine forever wandering
the avenues of yesterday, propel me into the morning 
light that comes afresh; Laughing sunbeams of 1'000 
dreams, kiss my forehead so there upon I may make a 
sunrise wish, that my heart soar high and freely on this 
day, sounding my flute in tune with the happy song of 
the morning bird...     

Born of the earth, O' spirit of mine forever projected to 
the skies and watching time use it's wings, ground me 
to the suspending moment of grace, timeless and unique 
so that I may fully live & catch the crimson dappled hues 
of the waking sun at dawn; For never again shall it wake 
with the same rehearse nor melody and refrain...

Born of the earth, O' spirit of mine forever anticipating 
the 'hours' that chase each other relentlessly, turn my 
regard toward the east so that my eyes behold the red 
scarlet splendour of the sunrise; A spectacular thing 
that Man could ever aspire to wake to, a heavenly glow 
smiling upon the earth, tending her hand in offer of yet 
another gift, that of today...
   
Born of the earth O' spirit of Man, wait not in expectation 
of bathing in the 'perfect' sunrise, for those exquisite and
unique 'moments' have long turned into a million sunsets 
that have now melted into the echos of 'time'...

by Wajia-Patricia Bühl

October morning...

                                                                                                                                                                

'Awakening' whispers gently in my ear,                                            Awakenings of an awesome kind...
while 'Slumber' releases me from her
arms;  As I became fully awake on this October morning every sense 

of my being is struck in awe & wonder at the brand new autumn day that 
generously spills it's light and blurs my eyes in soft warm greeting; 

The sweet warm air carries strong promises of yet another offering to all 
mankind, beseeching him to breathe in the scent that lingers in the space
and time of a day;  And now, the autumn day has come and gone as night 
falls and gains in darkness;

'Slumber' repeats her gentle whisper in my ear, as the muscles in my body 
untie their knots one by one, while my brain empties and relieves itself of 
all its labours, replaying only the magical moments of that splendid day; 

She open wide her arms to rock me & I drift in her lulling comfort while, 
in my drowsiness 'Hope' dances before my heavy eyelids;                                                                                                                                                          
'Awakening' shall whisper softly in my ear, not too long now, when dawn 
comes to light; She shall lift me from 'Slumber's' arms one more time, to 
gently propel me into the amazing light of a new Autumn day; 'O new day 
of awesome splendours, grant me generously with renewed promises of 
life's most precious treasures;     

~ Wajia-Patricia Bühl  ~