In Celebration of the Dawn

He approaches

Gently lighting his way

With a soft,

Rosy, hue,

So as not to disturb

His sleeping bride.

 

At his caress

She soflty whispers

His name.

 

Life

Slowly,

Opens her eyes.

They sparkle lightly

In the warming glow

Of his hand.

 

Tenderly,

Reaching out

They join

In loves embrace.

 

He

Warming her soul

Stirring life

Within her breasts.

 

She

Pulling him forward.

Defining,

Giving purpose

For his existence.

 

Together

Bringing hope,

Life and love

Once again

To seekers

 such as we.