I long to be the first to see your face
one morning, every morning, to be free
to welcome dawn, and you, in one embrace.
I long to be
between your dreams and life's reality,
whispering words of calm as sunbeams chase
night from our wondering eyes. Together, we
delight in new-mown languages to trace
the curves of our awakening sympathy.
With you, at break of day - the only place
I long to be.