Sunday 9:59 am

Honey dew sweetened 

As morning peeled dusk from the sky.

Autumn kissed oak trees 

Stretched high, sneakily peaking

Through the window 

Making us wake up to 

Vibrant reds and muted yellows.

It smelled of chamomile and sweet grass 

Making us be put back 

Into our nightly slumber.

With the occasional movement and questions 

Only being answered in the sound of sleep

We lay letting the sun 

Coat our skin in its love 

Just as we did with the moon hours ago…

Coating us with its curiosity.

In that moment there was no world,

Only two people who let 

The night sky leave them behind

To stay with the morning.

Though through peaceful rest,

Even among the silence of the clouds 

We wondered if it were possible to

Be loved and be free

all at once.

Maybe that is what we are feeling 

At this very moment.