how jealous you must be
to know the morning saw her before you did.
the light crept in and danced across somber sheets
it filled in the gaps where nighttime once lived
found a new home on her windowsill and decided to stay.

the early sky is one of forgiving.
you are reminded of that every day,
when you see her sleeping beauty so delicately held by the sunrise-
the night before is non-existent, as far as she is concerned
she is at peace in the light's arms; elysian.
a dewdrop smile pairing beautifully with a waking sigh.

you must be wondering who will replace you; who will take your baby from the moonlit street
show her warmth and comfort,
remind her that night must end.
he will stay with her even after you leave.

she pulls the blanket over her head to hide from him.
he grins and persists she wake in his embrace daily.
he is a kind soul, one who gives his all
to help others see.

he is no human, but somehow the most human thing she could find.

the light bleeds through the curtains. it shines brighter than before.
she spends her morning with the rising sun.
bright, warm, and inviting.
how jealous you must be to know the morning saw her before you did.