yesterday i woke up with night still curled up in our halves

with his feet of snowy white on the backs of bare calves

he was a half so perfect just then, i felt distinctly incomplete

without him beside me beneath these flowered old sheets

like a cloud he passed over from my head to my toes

blowing sweet kisses off the sheer petals of a rose

and he was heavy upon me with a love like hard rains

it poured so deep inside me, that some still remains

though my feet walk on stone grey without your blue eyes

it's your soul that surrounds me in the sun's daily rise

so that whether i feel your big hand swallow up mine

it is not such as these that true passion defines

but it's the moon that we share in yesterday's dark sky

to remind us that even black carries light deep inside

and if we look there for each other with a telescope heart

we will find that in raindrops sometimes miracles start