morningshine.

Morningshine

And in the morning glory moments,
Quick glances of mere frames in time,
Like grains of sand on winter beaches,
I see your dreaming eyes so peaceful.
I hear your fevered illusion as the sun illuminates your face with golden stripes from the shade.

I take great care,
Not to move or quake,
No sound or shiver or shake,
No reason to wake the magnificent dreamer.

And finally, after a thousand mere frames pass,
A fresh breath,
A slow, grand opening of the almond eyes.
The day begins like the blooming of a flower in slow motion;
A new life every morning.
A new revealing of brilliant creation with colors more vivid than even God imagined, almost blindingly beautiful.
But the new days never end in bruised withering in the cold water.
Never end with dismal or dying closure,
But rather,
Like the cradling of a child.
Or with eyes longing and calling out for the next flowers' bloom come morningshine,
You and I align once more,
Weary,
But hopeful for the waking frames to follow.
-A