Love

Hazy purity of morning 
Beautiful uncertainty 
Of the unblossomed bud of day 
Walking down familiar halls 
Searching for the face I love; 
The clean scent of sanctuary 
On freshly showered skin 
I smile worth a hundred words 
And keep my lips in silence. 
Your hand in mine, 
Our interlocked arms, 
Together, you and I. 
And as we go our separate ways 
Our days unfolding the innocence 
of optimistic morning sun, 
we join again 
in weary afternoon 
The smell of your hair, 
The hollow of your shoulder, 
The light of my waning day. 
And as evening ages, side by side 
we sleep in nighttime’s shadows 
before the sun awakens the sky 
as we rise to the clear of morning.

Purity of Morning