Through the velvety layers of waking,
The newly risen sun warm on my back.
Opening my eyes to a cloud of motes,
And the sleeping form of my sweetheart.
Her face is at rest, breathing softly,
Beautiful and stroked with sunlight.
Dark hair curled around her shoulders,
Cocooned within the duvet.
Starting each day with such a vision,
Lavishly fills my heart with sweet tenderness.
Makes still my soul without want or need,
Except to wake with her again.
(c) 21 July 2003 10:34, Fnagaton.