The Morning
I wake up on soft mornings without you,
Finding my heart misses a beat.
I wait patiently,
In the paling light of the soaring sun to see if you will return to me.
Alas my hopes are resting on my dreams of nights before,
But I tenderly glance back to thoughts of you that make my emotions poignant,
So raw.
Though there is not a day I can spend beside you at present,
I know if I could be with you I would not be hesitant.
Each moment is awash with immense feeling,
Such is apparent when I lie in these soft covers gently weeping.
I close my eyes and picture the grandeur of your face,
The contours and lines that no other man can replace.
For every hand of the clock that changes,
Is a time we will be closer together,
It is just these present moments apart we will have to weather.
There is a future destined for me and you,
Where we can bask in the early morning sun and life will seem anew.
© 2012 Alana Bembridge