Love

The sun slowly rises
A breeze enters my room
The walls turn yellow
From grey in the beams

By the window time fades
The blinds lightly tap
My mind finds the chance
To bask within the space

The wind kisses my heart
By the flavour of the day
In a display of the senses
Closing my eyes in peace

The early birds grow quiet
A smell of food appears
I can feel the day dying
Morning is already lost

Before I run out of time
I think while I still can
Of how each aspiration
Always lasts but a moment

I wake up to the blinds
Turning back to yellow
From the bright beige
They were at noon

The blinds turn grey
And I doze off to dream
A dream about the ghost 
Of my unborn daughter

A Moment With Life