Soft Vanilla Light

2013-08-15 08.04.50 (1)Morning comes in soft vanilla light.

Unsure, tentative,
The sun makes his way
Quietly into the day;
He pushes the Med’s heated haze aside
Her dissipation
As he reaches for another blue
Another indigo
And burns among stars
To play with angels.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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15 Responses to Soft Vanilla Light

  1. Adore it, despite the vanilla. Smiles.


  2. emmylgant says:

    Thank you. Vanilla is just vanilla on its own, but add a little spice and colour, perhaps a dark chocolate sauce and it becomes unique and very interesting. Smiles


  3. arjaybe says:

    Mood Indigo – Duke Ellington. Gotta love the clarinet, but I’d be the double bass.



  4. john zande says:

    Spoken makes it just so much better! Wonderful piece Emmy.


  5. Ah oui, ça c’est mieux!
    Tes mots font toujours la magie, et aujourd’hui ils sont moins catastrophiques!


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