Soft

The soft feel of dawn.
A cold, sacred hush
surrounds me, embracing
a new day.
Echoes of your laughter
hang softly in the air;
The sound of your smile
gently lights dark corners
of my soul.
To feel again...
I am overwhelmed by fresh
Hope, a new vision
of consequence, Love.
Understanding flits at the
periphery of joy, wraps its
unfamiliar warmth in bright
shades of new.
I heard Your laugh in my soul,
felt its push on my heart;
To believe in the possibility,
the calm quiet of surety.
I awoke in the soft feel of dawn
to find...
You.

Jan. 20, 2009