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.

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


  2. john zande says:

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


  3. arjaybe says:

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



  4. 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


  5. Adore it, despite the vanilla. Smiles.


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