Daylight

Stu Winston
Daylight brushed my curtains
Back into the fields of roses grown
One step spilling in and over
Half past the season I slept

In the breezes of petals
Powerful grace lightly touching
My awakening hands embraced
Letting go the solitary faith

Past are the narrows, ticking absent
Away with the sun and stars
No spinning of fear, doubting
Space without content alive

Standing, running, laughing
I am not alone in beautiful fields
A rose in my hand
For curtains falling, daylight mends.

Published by Stu Winston

Leading edge creative in the advertising, design and marketing fields for over 10 years. My experience includes, but is not limited to, art direction, branding, advertising and web design and photography. P...  View profile

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