A Vigil Dawns

Title: A Vigil Dawns

Author: Silent Poet

Curious patterns of shadow

Fall in asymetrical designs

Across the sultry sleeping Form of my gentle lover.

I sit at the bedside and Watch as the morning sun

Caresses her with a passion

That seems to diminish mine.

The bond is as thin as rice-paper

And can be torn as easily Like all things that are

Forged from two caring hearts.

Will she grow weary of Waking to see me

scribbling Away in futile attempts to

Find lost avenues of expression?

Small beads of perspiration

Are elegantly accenting

Her body which has always

Given rise to a fiery muse.

Soon, she will awaken and See that once again I have

Sat here through the night

Watching her with my heart.

Even now she awakens

and With a glimpse tells me

all I ever need and relieves

Me of any dooming onus.

I gracefully take her in

My arms and let my pen

Fall to the side forgotten

Like an old skeleton key.

Using her body as my slate

I write all the epic novels

And compose my life upon

Her with mythic prose.