Daybreak
By Terra Wolfe
Daybreak,
with you curled
and
warm against my skin
brought
bright angels,
to
stroke my eyes to light.
That
first dawn light
drew
your profile.
Outlined
pink and gold and blue
along
every curve
of
your face, your arm, your back.
Even
the light loved you.
I
saw the face from my childhoods dreams,
from
my mother’s prince-stories.
Sunlight
crawled across the bed to touch you
and
so did I.
My
chest fluttered,
joined
the birds
in
morning hymns.
Copyright Terra Wolfe 2006