Sonnet
there is a sun moving you
out from the darkness of a pillow
a dream ends and slowly
you open your heavy eyes
and meet eyes exactly alike
gazing back, awakened with love;
there cannot be any noise
but the other world going on outside
the curtains enclose a soft
light, what time it is unknown,
and sunny it is because you
turned your sleepy head, opened
your eyes, and met mine;
with a kiss breaks our dawn.
Copyright © Richard Allen | Year Posted 2024
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