When there is violet - orange in the sky
and pigeons are welcoming the morning,
there’s warmth from you on the bed where we lie,
sparrows and finches joining the calling.

My heavy eyes can sleep no longer,
but you dear, are sprawled beside me, snoring.
Away from me, let your heart grow fonder,
I want to wake you, your sleep is boring.

Gently, softly, I touch your crumpled face.
“Join me in the daylight, suns flooding in.”
I shove you, poke you, “come back to this place.”
You groan and grumble but your arguments thin.

       Hand on your brow to shade a golden beam,
       you’re frowning, coming to, leaving your dream.