I'd like to see you
In the quiet hours of the morning
When even the birds have gone to sleep.
In those moments, the few,
When silence settles like a soft blanket
Over all the world.
When mist hangs,
Billowy and light,
Over the wet grass .
And among the tree trunks,
So dark and so moss covered
That they look like velvet smudges against the hazy blues and greys.
When the silvery drops of a midnight rain have clung,
Diamonds,
To the screen doors
And slid pure and clear
Down the windowpanes
And stuck, ripe and full,
In all the splendor of the tiny spiderwebs
That always suddenly drape the grass
Just before dawn
And disintegrate at the first real embrace of the sun's radiant fingers.
I want to see you then,
With your eyelashes casting long shadows on your cheeks,
In the slanted ray of moonlight that might
Gently pull aside the curtains to kiss your forehead.
I want to see you smile in your dreams.
I think if I were to see you that vulnerable,
I would never recover from how I'd feel
Just then,
In the quiet hours of the morning.