Eyes open before the dawn
Lying in the darkened room
My breath is the day's first sound
And my first thought is the thought of you.
Words glowing in my mind's eye
No audible notes fall on my ear
Not necessary to reinforce their strength
Your voice is the sound I hear.
Morning's anticipation dispels daily routine
Awaiting heart's contact through space
Closure of the eyes brings sights more real
The sight of my hand on your face.
Day's end arrives and eagerness drives
My whole being back to the space
It's there once again I'm there with my friend
We're at home in this limitless space.
Eyes overwhelmed with such beauty
Surprised you're real yet again
Torn between rushing to hold you
And thirsting to drink it all in.
Eyes open before the dawn
Lying in a darkened room
My breath is the day's last sound
And my last thought is the thought of you.
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