Waking slowly and quietly
in the soft quiet whisper of morning.
Listening to nothing
but the deep even sounds of your breath.
Wrapped in the warmth of your tender skin
my thoughts become slowly alive.
Today I feel like dreaming
while I am fully awake.
Today I feel like hope
is something I can name.
The light turns from nothing
into subtle shades of grey.
And the shadowy figures hiding in my room
begin to have shape and form.
There is clarity in the light
that creeps in like a ghost
And there is comfort
in the morning’s sounds.
I covet the moments, where silently I sit
with night’s visions fresh in my mind.
Images dancing and words singing out
in these moments I steal, time is mine.