She was a warm coffee cup
brimming over with the sweet
expectation of lips that could
give her the comfort she sought.
He was a sunrise
cradling the morning in
arms of mercy;
He held her sight still,
giving the horizon colors
he knew would feel, just right.
Together they waited for
the jostle of day;
the pitter pat of tiny feet,
the quiet groan of a still tired father,
a mother’s call to the kitchen.
Together they will blossom under
the colors chosen, for mornings of
peace. Together they will wilt the
morning, and break the day,
until night’s slumber.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.