Remember the morning.
In the still-dark,
when my hands find you
and my lips follow.
In the half-sleep,
we seek comfort
and finding each other,
the fear fades.
The morning sky lights
shine on
over the eastern rise,
to find two lovers
holding on
while day breaks.
Remember the morning.
Let the light of day
and dark of night
pass over us.
The words spoken,
eyes captured,
by circumstances
and emotions.
Let every morning
be a new vow
of devotion.
Your warm body
next to mine,
staving off the cold
of past darkness.
Remember the morning.
As our first kiss,
our first love,
our first touch.
Every day is a resurrection
of what died in us
the night before.
As long as sunrise
greets my eyes
and I wake up
in a new day,
I will love you,
again and again;
for the first time
and forever.
HG – 2017
