The dawn creeps softly through the window pane,
And gilds the shadows with a touch of light.
The world outside begins its loud refrain,
But here remains the hush of fading night.
Upon the pillow rests your slumbering head,
A portrait painted by the morning sun.
I watch you breathe within our quiet bed,
Before the toil of day has yet begun.
The scent of roasting beans shall soon arise,
To break the spell that binds us in this swoon.
But first, the opening of your sleepy eyes,
Is brighter than the glory of the noon.
Awake, my love, and greet the tender sky,
Let go the dreams that held you in their keep.
No greater joy has such a soul as I,
Than watching you emerge from velvet sleep.
In the tradition of the Romantic poets, this piece elevates a simple domestic moment into a spiritual experience. It suggests that the intimacy found in the quiet morning hours is a sanctuary, offering a profound connection before the chaos of modern life intrudes.
