Intimate Morning

 

 

 

I covet the morning eagerly

and quietly we dance alone.

Like a lover I explore her

getting lost in the bend of her curves.

    Mystified and mesmerized

    by the magic that she unveils.

    She whispers secrets to me

    she gives me the gift of words.

With the tools I need to make record

of the stories brought to life,

Morning and I share our coffee

over the lines on this tattered page.

 

 

    We feel warmth as the sun rises upon us

    greeting this brand new day.

    And feel life filling us slowly

    as the sun takes her place in the sky.

The morning is mine, and I’ve yet to find

someone with whom I can share her.

Outside sounds are interruptions

that cause her to run away.

    She is startled easily and so I take her

    gently into me.

    Holding her close and keeping her safe

    as she quietly sings her songs.

She is something I love more than anything

a guilty pleasure to be sure.

But I dare not take her for granted

or she will leave me in the dark.