He wonders why sunrise just sounds better when she’s there lying next to him,
In her land between sleep and consciousness
Why the food tasted better and the laugh felt good
or the air just feels better when she smiled
Does she sense the thoughts of her lighting the morning hours
Before the sun rises and the moon fades away
How the thirst for life rises to fill the heart
Waiting for the glimpse of her, the sound of her voice
Her stirrings do not wake him; they fill him as he lies watching
An art form of unparalleled beauty, enraptured he stares
Knowing he can not communicate to this vision his feelings
Only reciprocate by loving without bond or expectation.