Don’t mourn the morning stillness when the night
before enraged the lake and bent the trees.
Roll softly toward your lover, on the right
and listen to the morning as she breathes
tranquility where passion tore the skies
like waves of scattered clothing on the floor.
Hold warmth the way you held her heated cries,
enraptured by a vision to adore.
Let sleep surround your adoration’s dreams
with calmness, like the surface of the lake.
Let time become illusion as it seems
the stillness of eternity awakes.
And when forever ends, return her bliss
in passion’s morning motions with a kiss.