good morning, Friend
who enters with the sunrise
merging morning greetings
with first bright shades of pink.
have you seen my eyes today?
i have not yet lifted my head so high
that my hair can sway free
only breaths above the pillow,
and already You are here
to say good morning with outstretched arm:
mocking me with Your smile,
not to mention Your presence.
evenings, now, i wish
that You could go away,
leave me for a morning
that i might feel strong away from You,
but where do You go?
if you left to meet a friend of mine,
then i would bid you stay,
not from common girlish jealousy
but to keep You from touching the rest.
i have felt Your touch
like fire, and Your breath
like aging dust that settles in man's eyes;
my Friend, Your very look
sends splinters to my heart.
each night i bid adieu
sweeping off through wafting clouds of sleep
to dream of other friends,
but You stand guard, unmoving
the last breath i feel awake
is Yours, and when i rise
it is Your touch that breaks my rest.
had i less wisdom than the rest
i would have cried Your name by now
but while You stand unrecognized
You cannot take my heart.