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.