Sometimes
           In the early morn
      I can feel your presence,
    From the other side of the
     door, more like a world
       away. A rush of pure
          ecstasy overcomes
                  me, from
                who, I know.
                  When I feel you,
                     Warming my body,
                        Your breath on my neck,
                           Then a touch behind my ear
                              A caress across my shoulders,
                                 Slowly rolls off down my back.
I turn to stand face to face with you and I succumb to absolute awe, a beaming radiance and a

hearth of heat unlike any fire before.
Impeccable beauty,
Incredulous silence,
Infinite beauty,
     in any shade.
This is how I know.
I am at long last in love.

You once confessed,
That you could talk to trees,
And that makes sense,
Since you can talk to me.
I've wished I was a tree,
Since the first day I could think,
Be steady and sure of myself,
With roots from which I drink.

I never noticed, until we met,
That wind so often spoke to me.
And I know now why it was so;
With the language of the winds,
Someone can final speak to you,
A zephyr, my love.

The cloak of darkness washes out the color,
So the browns and greens and grays can blend together,
Dull the gleam and vibrancy,
Shapes are now all that remain,
Silhouettes of the features of this forest.
A fractured perception of life,
A pretense believed I'd rather be withheld,
For despite lacking a central palette,
Perfection still lies in wait of the next light,
The next rise of the Chariot of Apollo.