Morning"s

first light,


I watch you sleep

as shadows wash

the room,


and children's finger

painting strokes

touch the walls

with random

streaks of light.


and while I recite

my morning prayers

to God's sky.


you breathe easy like

a still lake at dusk.


and as I watch

you slumber,

    
I melt upon

your waters

to sink deeper

and deeper

in your wake.


and your

skin is the color

of hard kentucky

cider,


and it intoxicates

me and gently

spins the room.

your sheets slowly

slip from your shoulders

exposing your tender
  
******* to the

new found light.


and I

sit amazed

by your innocence

of beauty.


your magic

of open grace.


and a great

joy comes over me.


to realize that I

will be the first

to greet

your day.


and for that my
God I am truly

grateful  

indeed.