Sunday Morning
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Eye can have My Church
here, hear upon The Beach
I can walk, wake with The Birds
in the social structure of solitude
in the company of Life
Eye can shine with The New Sun
Eye can have My Church
here, hear upon The Beach
I can walk, wake with The Birds
in the social structure of solitude
in the company of Life
Eye can shine with The New Sun
Eye am fascinated bye ewe! Eye have stayed away, but eye think of ewe often! Ewe intrigue me. Eye was just awoken bye a wet dream. It felt so real. But ewe are not here.