My Mornings With You

My Mornings with You

I have known soft mornings,
Touching soft, fair skin,
The sun gleaming through trees,
Violets and pinks filling the sky,
The earth slowly waking,
With birds softly singing;

I have known soft mornings,
With dew glistening on grass,
Whispers coming from pillows,
The taking of long, slow breathes,
The rubbing of our eyes,
With birds softly singing.