Half open shutters
in a sunny dawn
remind me of lazy eyelids
from a sound sleep.
Their stillness
attracts
a rusk of a thousound golden threads.

How these indolent mornings
are missed!
The mesmerising dust's dance in the light;
the day dreams full of rebels and
ethereal terpsichores.
Figments,
so strong and echt.

One often wonders
where these forenoons
can be recovered.
A, but they melt into blue rain
that hops in children's paintings.
Its rustle,
a melodin harmony.

25-12-2017
Villie Flari, Limerick, Ireland
Poem collection "Merories"