As the first light stirs
Not a single word is spoken:
Your arms seek me beneath the covers.
My soul finds you beyond the clouds.

When we rise a wild rain falls on our feet.
Our minds blush burgundy; we bloom in footsteps.
We stroll like ponds or lilies would stroll,
Placid, reflective and fragrant.

Outside the air smells of water and sails.
Your hand, so small, carries me away.
A pigeon flies overhead. I wonder where to.
Then I break the silence, and whisper ‘I love you.’

Written on Saturday, April 15th, 2006