Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds. 

(John Milton, Paradise Lost)

When I wake up, I want to see you. Everyday, I want my hands to be in yours, feeling-presence slowing time, piano chords motioning as our fingers play in the gaps of space. I want to curve myself in the depths of you and hear the morning say let’s stay here awhile.

Honey dews the April-drop evening; fireflies purple the sky. Time is the dance of being-with-another, where you reveal you to me and I reveal me to you. Consciousness is conscious-of, and time is consciousness-in-motion. Absence becomes presence when it is in the presence of. I tie my hair in a pinksilk ribbon and nuzzle your soul happyday. Let’s spend some time together. Sipping seconds slow as caramel, dip the little-spoon in chamomile. The world we make is all there is, yawning-intertwining as we greet the dawn.

I awake and I asleep and I awake again. I want to spend every day with you. Tending soil, we garden futures; strawberry sonnets the soul. Being-magic is being-with-you; seeing what matters to you. You are what matters to me. Let’s take some cloth from our wedding bed and mend the pasts we spent apart. Reborn in your arms every morning, orange dappling the ballet slipper sunrise, we rise. We fable, us fables. Foxhunt dreams cascade gold wheat into holy commitment. I do, I do, I do.

Aloft the castle walls, I smell the poppy seed thunder. Across the horizon, Odysseus arrives, as I weave and unweave my shroud of awaiting. Do you know how much I love you? I want to build you a home. Come back from the torrid sea and slip into the safety of you-and-me. I pluck the harpstrings of quality to sing still the changing winds. Drift into my waiting arms, O long lost sailor, my love my love. I love you. Feel the warmth of our world, Sunshine, the hearth that we heat with our heart.

I can’t wait to be home with you.

The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration. 

(William Wordsworth, It is a Beauteous Evening)

Image: Forest Sunrise by Albert Bierstadt (n.d.)