A sweetly-brushed breath of morning
greets my lips today, dawn's light-scented
touch is warm and eastern-fragranced.
Woke my hushed senses to friendship's
pleasantist way of distancing any
faraway-feel, as honey-petalled kiss
melted away grey, lifted early mist,
and let sunlight into a world-away day.
A beautiful poem, "warm and eastern-fragranced".