sunday morning
daylight peeks drowsily
through the curtains
painting gold
the soft fine
strands of hair
that brush your cheek
oh that i could
reach out to you
gently push your hair
from your face
and hear you sigh
contentedly
as my fingers
caress your skin
soft and pale
in the morning light
but there is a certain
calm and peace
to dawn’s quiet stillness
and i would hesitate
to mar perfection with
waking
sunday morning comes from a song by Maroon 5 and one by No Doubt. Neither song really fits the poem, but the title was the best I could come up with. If someone has an idea for a better title, I may change it. but then, I may not. The poem is just focusing on the simplicity of morning and a sort of longing that exists with any separation, even when it's just the difference of being awake and asleep.
through the curtains
painting gold
the soft fine
strands of hair
that brush your cheek
oh that i could
reach out to you
gently push your hair
from your face
and hear you sigh
contentedly
as my fingers
caress your skin
soft and pale
in the morning light
but there is a certain
calm and peace
to dawn’s quiet stillness
and i would hesitate
to mar perfection with
waking
sunday morning comes from a song by Maroon 5 and one by No Doubt. Neither song really fits the poem, but the title was the best I could come up with. If someone has an idea for a better title, I may change it. but then, I may not. The poem is just focusing on the simplicity of morning and a sort of longing that exists with any separation, even when it's just the difference of being awake and asleep.