I savor the first moments
Of wakefulness.
Those first minutes
Of conscienceness.
I hear your gentle breathing
Of sleep.
I feel the warmth
Of your body cuddled close.
I experience anew
Our love and tenderness.
I try to extend
These precious moments.
Yet, like the sand
In the hour glass.
The morning triumphs
Over my meager efforts.
And I dream of tomorrow!
Originally written: February 26, 2000
The first moments of wakefulness are precious indeed. These are
treasured moments to innocently and quietly listen to my beloveds
breathing. I examine how we have cuddled close together during a night
of slumber. I encourage anyone who has missed these moments
to capture them and keep them forever.
I also love those first moments. The slate wiped clean, and life all fresh and new again.