I left the night in despair,

only to awake aware,

that the young morning seemed anew.

The amber glow bathed the day,

promising that I may now,

finally,

stand a chance.

Branches frozen still in life,

the earth around it covered white,

steam giving itself to the winter glow.

We wake together each new dawn,

hope perspires from our dreams,

And we face our future as it was always meant to be.

Saturated in the morning gold.

It's been a while.

Your body is warm,

a blanket of isolation wrapped

around me tightly,

like a light winter fleece,

garnishing heat with the

slightest grasp of January air

I am chilled with delight

Those eyes,

the gleam,

that glimmering gleam;

It seems

to me,

they glow on me from

every direction.

Each pale aqua pool,

rippling in time,

transient between bats of an eyelash.

Pierced,

by the beauty of sight or

any other profound experience,

it leaks out in all directions,

spreading a flame

harboured eternally,

from sun and soul alike;

what more a sublime place,

in Earth sky or star,

could such a penetrable beauty

exist,

than in the eyes of my love