Quiet, calmed, and gently roseate
The dawn wakes with you, takes you in its hold;
And, like my own arms, keeps you tended yet
From the breaking cold.
The light, it too is felt across that fine
And sleepy skin. It slumbers just as deep,
And casts its glow upon you, to enshrine
The form you keep.
Await a while; please, dream a while before
You see my seeing you: in this brief lease
Of morning light; this chance I might adore
Your morning’s peace.
For Blair. You are one of those people, those few, blessed people, whose faces even when asleep carry such beauty and slumbering dignity that it shames the rest of us. I adore you even when you are unconscious. And you’re not so unbearable when you’re awake, either.