If the morning comes
before I wake
I hope the sun
kisses me softly.
You are so bright,
my eyes can hardly take it
but your warmth
is a comfort to me.
I keep safe beneath
these blankets
filling the emptiness
with thoughts of you
How close you are
but still how far
it seems you tend to be.
All around me,
I feel the breeze
from my opened window
brushing the hair away
from my face.
The touch of your glow
against my cheek
helps all the more too
let me greet
the day
but if you come before
I awake
Promise me
that you'll be
the first sight I will see
when my eyes open.