You’re soft today in shades of morning’s kiss,
as soft as lying next to morning’s skin.
Inside the dawn of morning’s love in this—
this radiance of silk you softly spin.
And warm, my god, I feel the warmth of you
upon my soul, like heaven in your touch.
My memories of warmth, completely new,
convinced that warmth has never warmed so much.
To look this close into your waking eyes,
is more than I could ever dream at night—
the wispy morning blues of morning skies
that brighten like the blue of day’s delight.
And somewhere in the reverie of dawn
there’s music in a voice that lingers on.