The shades
by your
bedroom
windows
blow
in rhythm
to the
early
morning
sky.

and the
anticipation
of the
moment
when
you first
awake,

comes to
me like
a siren
dream.

and it
may just
be a
Monday
morning
to the
rest of
the world
but not
to us.

this moment
is everything.

and the
true
beauty
of the
day.

is the
moment
you first
awake.

and i
look over
to you
and witness
the sun's
first coming
into your
eyes.

and I
feel

warmth.

and my
coffee
lies
cold

upon
our kitchen
table.

till noon.