Delicate like the first breath of the summer breeze,
Pleasurable like a kiss long waited for,
Aromas of wild flowers satiate the air with ease
Leaves rustle and whisper like toddlers with secrets they adore.
With morning dew's first glisten, my smile, though small, awakens
All is quiet at dawn's first break, so I grab my pen and paper
So as to capture the sereneness morning brings
With each new sunrise. I hear her stir behind me,
As my forehead rests against the cool window
Her slumber unbroken, I quietly walk her side and see
Her smile, just barely visible but not so hidden
As I kiss her nose and head out onto the porch to the little swing.
My notepad and pen dormant next to me, my mind races
To find the perfect setting, until I hear a robin sing
Melodies so beautiful, so free of taint.
I will my pen to write a rhyme, it doesn't move
Though the robin continues singing for me,
My heart cannot write a picture of such lovely notes
So I rest it against the lines, my wandering mind lost in daydreams.
My pen begins to scribble down words my conscious mind cannot think of
And as I finish the written picture, my eyes widen in surprise
It is about the girl in the house behind me, who makes felicity hover
Above my head, during this morning's dawn, before its full sunrise.
She walks through my thoughts more often than not,
And of her I dream daily,
She is the cause of my inspiring daydream
But who is the "she?"
