Morning Light

My love lies sleeping in the morning light,
her hair shining like fire,
her face at peace, no battles left to fight,
to that simple happiness I aspire.

Her dreams and sorrows she shares with few,
and carries quietly her sadness and joys through the years,
but her smile and eyes are bright and new,
her laughter like sunlight scatters the mist of my fears.

At night, alone, I gaze at the dappled sky
and think of her sleeping in the morning light.
The rhythm of her breathing, the curve of her thigh,
my love, my dear, my great delight.