Fresh Morning

Talk to me in the comfort of fresh morning

When a bird's song I may enjoy

As the cold of night surrenders to the warmth of dawn

And there comes no sound from the telephone or door.

Hold me close as the sun plays with shadows

When the curtains of our room blow wide

As our hearts beat ever so quietly to the pulse of day

And seagulls scavenge across the falling tide.

Know me when the day is newly born, my love

When the spirit within this aging body is content

As I steal gentle kisses from your soft lips

And inhale the subtle fragrance of this moment.