• kaylacollingwood

Daybreak


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.


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