Morning Dew
by Michael Romani

She smiled as she sweetly told me
Telling me, it wasn't to scold me
That there is a sad sense of cliché
In nearly every thing that I say

I smiled back that there was a reason
That clichés become those with season
She asked me to write about morning dew
And I suddenly realized it was true

There was a twinkle in her smiling eyes
As they greeted the coming sunrise
Like bright stars shining in that night
Her laughs were as welcome as her sight

Looking around at the grounded flower petals
The thoughts in my head tested my mettle
Watching the glisten of the morning dew
As the morning awakes, fresh and anew

Feeling just a bit bought and sold
I found myself smiling at things told
Knowing she only spoke what was true
That precious moments are as few as morning dew

To be collected, like memories of you
Recognized with the heart as beating true
From that moment on, I suddenly knew
I would think of her with every morning's dew

(c) May 21, 2018  Michael Romani
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