morning song

my return to sleep at six, fifty a.m.
is greeted warmly by your hand
which gently embraces mine
as i curl up around you.

i know your memory does not
record these moments we spend
searching for a greater unconsciousness
and i can only do my best to capture it for you,

so let me write of the tiny little kisses
and the soft rise and fall of your chest,
i’ll wake to tell you of the peace in my dreams.

• Category: Poetry