Mornings in silence brings
me closer to those little things
which elude me in the night,
like the sparkle of dewdrops
waiting for first light.
As the hands of darkness creep
away from faces sleeping,
like a mirror unmisting,
I open my eyes and breathe
into the silence of your sleep.
Trembling eyelids to defy
consciousness as I blink-
Your waking and mine,
these mornings in silence betrayed-,
are but wakings within a dream.
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