Softly the light breaks through the night,
touches your eyes, dreaming, closed tight.
I hear you breathe,
and I can't believe
that you're mine.
What do you see in your fantasies?
Is it me, dancing through your dreams?
When the day breaks
and I see your face,
I have peace.
I sit, tranquil, by the windowsill,
drinking my fill of early morning still.
Black coffee scent,
your soft accent -
live, I will.