When the early morning turns to bite the night
and the light arrives
like half lit candles dropping from the wakening sky
and the eagles stretch their wings to fly,
I
know why I look in wonder at this wonder that I see
and wonder at the wonder that you are, as you stir slightly
holding tightly on to me.

There is breakfast to come
I have errands to run
but each day I live under your sun
I will rise with the light that spills from these enlightened eyes
and see
each morning a new surprise
in store for me.