whisper to me at dawn.
in the pink and yellow waking,
give me just a small sign
that you think of me.
at day’s opening hours,
yolk of light rising higher,
tell me I am not forgotten from you –
your heart still listens for mine.
when you sit in quiet,
warmth of the light wrapping you,
and allow yourself to drift off
is it my eyes you sometimes see?
voice as loud as a fawn, new and fresh,
standing in the bright sunlight
and feeling her first day’s glow,
tell me I still exist in you.
I beg of those rays – wash over me –
and I will feel the heat of you
knowing I’m not alone
thinking all these thoughts