Gilded clouds in morning light
Sleepy eyes blinking away the night
She turns to him and smells his hair
He strokes her skin, smooth and fair
Deep green eyes with whorls of yellow
Stare into his, cool and mellow
The stars are covered by the rising sun
Beyond the golden clouds the gemlights run
Yet the silver ghost of an emptying moon
Will remain in the winter sky long past noon
The air is cold but in her bed
Beneath heavy covers, sweet nothings unsaid
A light kiss and soft embrace
The morning chill away does chase