awaken, dreamer
stretch and rise from your pillow
there are stars
held in the palm of your hand
glitter in the corner of your eye
glance and just miss
the rustle of wings
passing by
flutter-by, flutter-by, flit, flirt, sip and fly on by
the morning sun rises
fresh dew on the windowsill
I’m waiting here on the horizon
arms outstretched, beckoning
a bright and shining star
my rays of warmth
vibrations raising
rest upon all your upturned edges
ascend, let our fingertips touch
a meeting of minds
way, way up high
tara caribou | ©2021
Fantastic imagery❤
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Thank you so much! 💕
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You are most welcome. Thank you!
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Lovely stuff. Thanks for your gift of words.
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Thanks Michael. I was inspired. ☺️💕
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A joyful vision to greet the morning
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Yes! You got it!! 💕
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou – Greet a new day
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Beautiful! I would love to meet you there.
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Same. 💕
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Beautiful words of poetry ❤️
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Thank you 💕
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You’re very welcome indeed dear friend ❤️🌹
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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That was awesome!
This sounds like a great motivation piece, even to me (not a morning person). If I were in bed, I’d try to leap out.
“glitter in the corner of your eye” was my favorite line. Smart.
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Yeahhh I’m not a morning person either, Goldie. I figured… maybe if I made it sound super wonderful, I might be coaxed from my pillow…
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“Super wonderful” hahaha! I find sunrises in new places located by the water rather wonderful, other than that… it gets tough. LOL
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Right! I like to ease into my mornings. And by “mornings” I actually mean “afternoons” lol since I’m a night owl.
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