By Your Side

Late morning rays feel their way up the bedroom wall A reminder that the day had just begun Cool sheets hug your contour and on me also fall As I, first to wake, do loathe the sun. Still. I lay awed by your face in morning light Your look of sweet repose calls out to me A sigh escapes your parted lips in memory of the night With playful smile, brief though it may be. When at last my love, your eyes they opened wide Into my own they found me deep in wonder From dream to waking dream there I lay still by your side And from your side, never will I wander. ~Christopher Thor Britt