The heavy cloak of darkness
Slowly slips and slides away
The empty silence eases
Pass the night, enter day
Early light makes subtle changes
Seeping through textile and weave
Drawing me up and to the surface
From the depths of dreams I leave
Crickets end their play and scurry
As birds preen and start to tune
Ruffling then smoothing feathers
Disrupting owl and then the loon
Gentle fingers of yellow sunlight
Changing dust motes to fairy gold
In shard-like prisms they dance and swirl
Awe, such a wonder to behold
As we lay in spoon-like fashion
One breast held in your firm hold
I feel you stir and rise behind me
As the dawn, I in turn, unfold
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