Morning

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.