Yellow Roses

I wake
to the sound
of yellow roses in bloom...
The morning light
softly filters in
and falls on the floor
glittering...
as if it were made
of tiny precious stones.
I can smell the warmth
of a new beginning...
I reach out my hand
and touch
the soft rays of light
before they become
energy
in my body
and love
In my heart.
I have no thoughts...
but I can feel everything
and yet I yearn
to feel
more of everything.
The stillness
of my mind
stirs somewhat
as an image
of whole coffee beans
makes me realize
I have been staring
at the yellow roses
all this time...
mesmerized.
A smile
breaks across my face
in the golden light.
Now I remember
I have no yellow roses.
but I saw them...
they were so beautiful
scintillating
inside.
I could have sworn
they were outside.
Yellow roses
and golden light...
in the morning.

-Greg Meyer