The dawn creeps soft through shuttered panes of light,
To gild the sheets that held us through the night.
The sun, awakened by the lark’s sweet choir,
Ignites upon your brow a gentle fire.
You sleep, your breath a rhythm of the deep,
A silent vow that loving hearts will keep.
I gaze upon the stillness of your face,
Secure within this warm and sacred place.
The scent of roasted coffee fills the air,
A comfort meant to banish all despair.
My hand seeks yours beneath the quilt above,
To greet the waking day with whispers, love.
It is a simple joy, devoid of art,
To start the day held closely in your heart.
Open your eyes, the world begins anew,
And let me share this morning light with you.
Here, the verse adopts the contemplative meter of the Victorian era, echoing the quiet domesticity found in the works of the later Romantics. It suggests that the ‘sublime’ is not always found in nature’s fury, but in the quiet safety of the bedroom as the world wakes. It is a testament to the grounding power of love, creating a sanctuary against the rush of modern life before the day has even begun.
