Morning Rises Gentle (Audio Poem)

Morning rises gentle

like the spirit within you,

Her first beams breaking across the horizon

like a smile.

The still darkness retreats before her,

and my darkness dissolves

in your light.

Dew

beads the fields

in crystal pearls

glimmering

in morning's low light.

Shadows breathe out the morning mist.

Rose rays

like embers of your laughter

cast their joy to the sky.

And like low clouds catching the sunrise,

my heart blushes with your love.

Day has broken

from a distant Sun.

The sky blooms into its blue array,

and I wonder at this sky

God has painted

and the hue of your graces--

one into another--like the

white

of the horizon

melts into the indigo high above.

As the sun reaches its height,

the dial marks this moment:

The Noon of Our Joy

with flowers opening beside us,

and the Day yet before us.

Too soon will the golden sun

give way to amber evening,

but I will love you

until morning rises gentle

ever.