*there are times, of such profound beauty, that tears are the only expression of acknowledgement...aml..k

So early...before the sun
The song of the birds in the trees
Your name on my lips, in a whisper
The last vestage of dream, if you please

Padded in to make coffee
And from the window, it breaks
That halo of light o'er the mountains
The gasp, is the breath that it takes

I wonder at all of the splendor
As I witness the birth of a day
And though my heart aches to be with you
For the moment, you're one breath away