Morning song

A good morning song to you, my

keeper of calm spaces,

painter of soft edges,

and defender of the gates

to my sleep.

A gift of shared thought to you, my

architect of calm moments,

grower of spring flowering,

and designer of the paths

where I dance.

A clear, hopeful wish for you, my

player of soul music,

creator of fine magic,

and rider of the roads

to my dreams.

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