The dawn hath sent her gold through shuttered panes,
To chase the shadows from our quiet room;
The lark begins his song in sweet refrains,
While morning light dispels the nightly gloom.
You slumber still amidst the linen white,
Safe from the world and all its restless noise;
I watch your face, imbued with soft delight,
A portrait of such calm and silent poise.
The scent of roasted bean begins to rise,
A fragrant promise of the day to be;
No greater joy beneath the azure skies,
Than waking here, my love, so close to thee.
Awake, my sun, and open wide thine eyes,
For life awaits with pleasures new and grand;
In thy sweet smile my strength and courage lies,
To walk this path, forever hand in hand.
In the tradition of the great Romantics, this piece elevates the simple act of waking up together into a moment of pure art. It suggests that the beloved is the true sun of the narrator’s universe, providing the spiritual fortitude needed to face the waking world.
