Awakenings - April 30, 2000

The morning mist that lies
lightly over the land shimmers
as I watch you
in the early hours of the day

I trace the sharp contours
softened by sleep
with my eyes,
as I so often do
in the wee hours of the day

Always
in awe of this gift
you've given,
something beyond price
and treasured like a dragons gold

Slowly the sun rises
and with it,
the last vestiges of sleep
are washed away.

As the sunrise warms the air
I watch you stretch
angling your arms just so
around me
enfolding me in your love

It is a luxurious feel,
to be wanted,
for naught than
being myself

I forget my worries and sorrows
concentrating only on you
the one other even in my life
that captivates my attention
so completely
that I forget myself.