Susan - In the Morning

Image: Dawn by Alphonse Mucha

Eyes sleepy, and brown,

alive and dreams,

sun inside, creeping,

washing into the window,

and the fog outside,

you rise, auburn hair

over your curves,

hidden under white sheets.

Pale skin warmed,

as you look at the trees,

then at me,

and smile, remembering

last night when I soaked

in the force of your floods,

your rivers I swam,

now just memories of dew

as they linger with you,

stretching across the bed,

while I dance my fingers

on guitar strings,

wanting the morning to be night,

and night to be morning

as you rise and fall

like a flower blooming with the dawn,

then showering petals at dusk,

over my dark, frozen ground.

I keep listening to a song these days (From the Morning) that always paints the same picture in my mind. It's almost like a vision I've seen before. Maybe Nick Drake's voice has something to do with it. I don't know if/how to upload a song, so I'm putting the youtube link for my inspiration here: http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2JjJPDz3EE