The Texture in the Day

The texture of the day,
always begins and ends with you love; 
Mornin light cascading through restless open windows 
spreading warmth upon nights cooled skin, 
early morning breeze blows calmly through, 
bringing with her
the scent of last night’s rain, and desert flowers bloomed 
lingering it fills all rooms,
 letting senses get to know her, weighing gently upon my mind 
The breath of my love lingers on me, 
Love reigning down on me, the sweat of her glistens off of us still, 
As she returns sleeping, 
I stay awake, my spirit still one with her 
Writing in our universal house of many words, 
her love sparks in me many letters from beyond sleep, 
I arise,,,
words created, written when rising from consultations of our love from the deep 
My lovelyone is just like me,
only beautiful, as she lays there sleeping 
No I can’t ever forget, the times like these, laying here by your side 
Your loves light never caused me any sorrow, and soaked up all the pain, 
Saving me from a type of love that moves on, 
Through frosted window panes of cold dark lonely winters, 
The love light clothed and fed me, 
In the night, the light of street lights lacing through once again, 
the vision of you and I remain, within words of silence, and actions shown 
My lovelyone is just like me, only beautiful, as she lays there sleeping 
I never worry about what you said, or what you don’t say, 
Warm colored seat next to cooled open windows, I find my place and breath in 
I cant forget, moments like this laying here by her side, 
In wonder, every contour, line and blossomed scent remembered, sent from you, 
Drawing you, caring, writing chords & words spoke in silence talked with you again, 
Seeing you from the garden of our life, placed by open morning windows 
frost on the  window pane and cooled open window,
next to the warm wine colored window seats 
the sunlight of your smile, chase away the gathering storms 
yesterdays home built upon the rock from your shore 
Save me from a kinda of love that moves on,