Awakening

... the cat her name? Panter, black fur her footsteps unnoticed, unheard I can hear her A woman's feet tapping next to the coffee machine still a translucent nightgown cool, but still cold in the house warming the piano sounds gently passionately from the wooden chariot-cabinet ... the morning feeling added to emerging dawn glistening rays of the rising sun fine golden stripes too even in the heart still dark adding to the coffee one big orchestra non-violent sugar even quieter milk a blank canvas non-waiting a blank canvas sans couleurs blobs of paint sans penseurs art pour l'art the sense of earthly pain in my heart and in my being the words continue fight with each other fortunately no people involved.... cool breeze, early sunshine hear the birds chirping the break of day oh the sonnet in the cabinet-chariot a golden thread reflection revivals all along my dreamy body. ...rhythmic coffee droplets still the last vision going out the big orchestra too of an enclosure an open book are thee for me from my window another vision goes out in vain the sun takes its place again substitute last glimpse transparent nightgown alone through dreamland now become warmer see the dawn embraced embodiment…. of the self…. Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan: "The Green Grass of Dawn" © Sylvia Frances Chan Copyright Protected Saturday the 17th February 2018- @ 10.29 hrs.A.M. West-European Time Happy BirthDay Esmeralda, Long Live to You in the Gloria! Are we gonna play the "Stoelendans" again, as we used to a long time gone?