When morning broke

When morning broke.

Did you dream of me? she said
her eyes looked down, mine looked up
through waves of golden windy hair
I smelled a shepherd’s myrrh

It’s time for smile and sigh
my pillow damp, my sheet a mess
the day is short, the night is nigh
my lips long for a kiss

I turn on her my cheeks and eyes
sin with me a pleasant sin
she dipped her thirsty face in mine

alas for you that slept all night
for joy that dies, for love that dies
you didn’t think of me tonight.