And it was so unexpected. Just the break of morning that day was enough to let me emerge from my clouded sleep and rise to a sky full of empty. I let my thoughts roll, and raised my cares to the light, so that they were lilted as a forgotten memory. And maybe just something, something other....... something farther and farther from within suggested that it would be special, but heed was tossed on the same wind as my cares. I woke you.
I woke you again.
I woke you again, and slid into your voice, letting it carry through my ears, and breaking a silent smile.
I woke you, and then saw you, even if you didn't really think you deserved to be seen. I kissed your hand, and looked to that same sky that floated delicately above, watching the passionate hues of sun-slumber curl from the distant line of day-end. And your touch was a sea against the plain of fertile ground that skirted past all the homes of man and wild here, something I could always drink in and still be thirsty