The golden dawn creeps softly through the pane,
And silence holds the world in sweet embrace;
I watch thee sleep, freed from all earthly chain,
A quiet seraph with a resting face.
Thy hair, a disarray of silk and night,
Upon the snowy pillow lies dispread;
I watch thy gentle breath in morning light,
And guard the dreams that hover round thy head.
A distant scent of balm now fills the air,
As sunbeams weave a crown upon thy brow;
No jewel in the world is half so fair,
As this deep peace that holds my spirit now.
Thy lashes flutter, shaking off the sleep,
Thy waking eyes reveal a love so true;
My heart a harvest of this joy shall reap,
For paradise is simply waking you.
This piece invites the reader to pause and appreciate the hushed reverence of dawn, reflecting on how the simple act of witnessing a loved one wake is the purest form of romance.
