IMPRESSIONS & THOUGHTPRINTS
Morning --- pale and still. I wake to dawn's Slow intrusion into night, Erasing shadows by slow erosion. Cool, clear sunlight invades the room --- Wedged between openings in the blinds. . . Sliced slivers of light Spilling into darkness Revealing you beside me Sleeping, slim and naked, Etched in shadow and light Like some immortal sculpture Alive in a Pygmalion miracle. By degrees, the morning light Insinuates a victory in the room --- Subduing lingering shadows . . . Urging new revelations In the slow, constant explosion Of your beauty. My mind exposes each changing image To some permanent film of memory, For this moment will vanish Like a shadow in the night, And the sheer eloquence Of your silent beauty asleep beside me Must fill vacant moments When love looks through the double gaze of Now Remembering moments that make us what we are. . . Delighting in the promise of all we may become. |