Early Mornimg Shadows

The sobbing moon
pales against the yawning
sky of morning.
Alnost 6am I wipe
sleep from my eyes.
And look at you.
Serene and beautiful.
Your hair a yellow storm
on your pillow.
The shadows cross your face
changing hue silently.
As the shadows fade
i feel them weeping
from the sadness
of leaving you.
even for a short day.
i want to be like a shadow
dancing upon the surface of your skin.
so close to you it satisfies my need.
without waking you from slumber.
Instead my quill spills shadows
of ink as I write my desires
inside a poem that I placed
in the hands of a shadow.
The one that is dancing
upon your heart.