The golden dawn creeps soft upon the bed,
As night retracts her veil of velvet shade.
Upon the crumpled sheets your weary head,
By morning’s tender kiss is gently laid.
Your peaceful face, secluded from the loud,
Breathes deep the sweetness of a fading dream.
No sight so pure beneath the waking cloud,
As this quiet grace within the sun’s first beam.
A fragrant warmth ascends the morning air,
Entwined with ghosts of passion’s soft embrace.
The world awakes without a single care,
While time stands still to gaze upon your face.
Sleep on, my love, beneath the azure skies,
For in your rest, I find my sovereign might.
I face the day with hope within my eyes,
Armed with our love against the coming light.
In the tradition of the Romantics, this verse seeks to immortalize the quiet fortitude found in shared intimacy. It suggests that the peace observed in a sleeping lover provides the spiritual strength necessary to endure the rigors of the waking world.
