Blue Hour

In the stillness of the morning hum,

Cool air, and fresh linen,

A mug of hot tea, the rustle of pages.

Fresh bread, in cobalt enamel.

To take a breath, looking up to the sapphire sky,

Soft golden lights through the darkened trees.

And to know a thousand ways the air

can feel against skin.

Flourishing herbs through a window,

Soft breezes through my hair.

Of a flickering lantern on sage table,

A walk across soft grass with a dear friend,

Or pressing weary feet into cool sand.

To stretch in the shallows,

as gentle waves come in.

Each poignant blessing

can be held as fear fades.

Finding solace in gentle verses of love.

And the knowing in all that is meant for me,

will be there in divine time.

And all I can do is be grateful,

And love unconditionally,

And let go that which is not meant for me.

If ever I feel the loss of beauty again,

come back to the candlelight, and indigo skies,

And the love you can hold every day.

All that got you through,

All that found you again,

All that I am grateful for.