@Ching13 19 January 2022

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.