6am
watching the sky turn rose and yellow
On silverlake mountain
Resting against soft cotton
That cradled me all night
High above the stirring city
one two three
Enormous crystal windows
On the opposite wall
Side by side
The bedroom
Flooded with light and color
Like Heaven asked to be invited in
The last licks of fire in the hearth
the wood crackling sleepily
The smell of coffee brewing in the little kitchen
And knotty pine outside in the forest
The warm spray of the shower
And I can’t resist
Crawling back into bed for a few moments
The cotton slipcover so smooth against my still damp skin
Remembering the night of candlelight
and soft music
breathless
as the sun engulfs me
through the picture windows
and whispers that
the day will only wait so long
goodbye cotton sheets
you are silk to me
and I will dream of you until we meet again.
