Sweet Breaths

Sweet Breaths


Waking on a day just like any other
Yet, as I sat and stretched
taking in the breath of morning,
I knew my fate rising.

The sunrise encompassed more
than the beginning of a new day.
I turned and looked at her quiet breathing.
She still lost in her dreams
and me here just watching.

A settled peace nestled around my heart,
I again lay softly beside her.
Felt, is the comforting warmth of her reality
touching away the lonliness of my life.

I lay for blissful eternity
and watch this woman
resting so gently.
No thoughts of who is deserving or not,
just the act of soaking in this moment.

Her presence touching my world
softly, warmly, peacefully,
as we lay here,
with each breath we breathe.
I value the true treasure of my evasive dreams.

Her breath of morning and mine combine
for an infinite moment of belonging.
This day's sunrise went unseen.
Instead, her peaceful face
is the sunrise of what's meant to be.

Witness these sweet breaths of our first morning.