My drowsy eyes turn to wander
Where window gazing, finds a crescent moon
Rifting the darkness, and against it's light
A magnolia branch is stenciled, black and keen
Three stars are tangled in the topmost bough...
And because deep loveliness is there,
I turn to you...
You lay in half light
As the fringe of dawn approaches
Breeze stirs the sheer lace curtains
Our room is infused with crimson hues
I’m wishing you might soon awaken
But you are sleeping soundly
With such contentment
It seems all the worry lines
Have disappeared from your face
Your legs are tangled
In the softness of the sheets
Your familiar hand now lies
Gently on my waist
The profile on the pillow
Is that boy from long ago
I love watching you
Your lashes are fluttering
What are you dreaming, my love?
How could one explain
That a love like this exists
Before coffee, on a Thursday morning in a shadowed room?
PD's Contest: Any Valentine Will Do
By Carrie Richards 9/26/11