For Leah….

Morning Sunbeam

I awoke smilingly as this morning’s sunbeam caressed your sleeping face.
Dust like unto tiny stars swirled erratically about the white/ yellow ray in space.
Heartfelt passions like the morning sun rose to a soft but crashing crescendo within.

I wanted to take you this morning; this hour and hold you close to the rush of my skin.

I leaned over instead and gathered of your tender lips a small but delicate taste.
You smelled of lavender and rose; sweet as your love, and warm as the approaching day.

I brushed back a lock of your honey sweet hair and lay my face by close your side.
I listened as you slept; I chased your dreams within my head and I offered silent praise that you would always be mine.

J. Allen Wilson © 2/2008