A morning spun out of an Arizona sky
Soft and light as the chorused birds cry
Waking just so I can feel you again
Snuggling close, fitting under your chin
Your hand creeping up to play wit my hair
Our bodies steaming the cool morning air
Then I’m waking again, but to a paler sky
The birds are singing as if nothing is awry
Please, let me sleep, return to him, amen.
The dream gone, I must wait to see you again.
This absence is such a blessed curse to bear
For it reminds me I have that love to share.