In the soft light of early morn
after the rain has fallen
there is a time of no time
a reminder of what has come before
of what is gently emergent
of what is always present.
This, my darling, is what we seek,
leafing through catalogues
googling the internet
driving our whisper-quiet cars.
It is here, like a deep
caress,
the communion
we crave in every
kiss.
I am watching you sleep.
Open your eyes,
bliss
is slipping by.
© 2007 Michael Schein, all rights reserved.
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