THE NEXT MORNING

Daybreak.
Her wakefulness gathered light
Like an inept window.
The first glow,
And the first sight
After the night before
Held her spellbound.
The fingers of her heart
Traced the love-lines
Slumbering on your face.
Lines tripped over each other,
Verses formed
In the winds of imagination.
Whispering remembrances
Of the poem they created
In the womb of the night.
She moved to touch you.
Time froze
& The sun stood motionless
Bathing the room
With the glory of gold.