Washed

Pale lilac bathed
the early morning
Easing me into
another day

Inhale…pause
Exhale…move
Inhale…pause
Exhale…move

An intrinsic alternating
while noticing seemingly
insignificant details

The moon, clouds, colors
My breath, a smile, tears
Skillfully woven together

Calling me to pause
Calling you to pause
and slip into the pale

To be washed in a few
precious moments of calm
Preparing our spirits for choices
to be made once the lilac fades away

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