In the Waking

Soft is the breath of night that 
holds a sigh in tender web
entwined around a sleeping soul.

When morning drifts in silence
across her dream,
leaving shadows of  
kisses in the coming dawn,
she stirs in slumbered smile.
 
In the waking as he holds her
nothing calms her more. 

Before the flutter of a single lash
ever meets the day
a warmth surrounds her
until nothing 
touches deeper,  
yet more sweetly, in her heart. 

Love lingers  
in the last soft moonlit whispers
kept in velvet hues
enshrined within her memories;

Tender memories  
hung on the gossamer wings of
enraptured butterflies.

Night will never be the same 
in the hearts of lovers
given moments wrapped in gold,
having freed the dream within
the arms of love.


may 2006
ŠJanet Reid



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