morning christens
the still
night air, to
become new
and something
all it's own.

and you
awake
and breathe
deeply and
and your
eyes move
and flutter
and dance
like the
reflection of
two falling
stars
upon a
summer's
sea.

you stretch
like a
mama
lion then
curl back
to a moment
more of
rest
and contemplation.

and your
beauty
surrounds
you nothing
needs to
be added
or done.

and the
world
awaits
for your
smile and
your grace,

and for
the million
things that
only you
can do in
a day.

like the
smile that
you will
give me
some morning,

that always
leaves me
feeling like
a child in
a toy store

who can
dream of

nothing else.