How I love to wake beside you,
The sun's first tendrils stealing over your face,
Searching, exploring with tentative, intimate grace.
Tinsel strands of golden lashes
Flutter the restful rhythm of sleep,
Your breath a gentle whisper of thoughts beyond day's reach.

by Rainbow Cadenza

Comments (14)

(1914 I: Peace - Poem by Rupert Brooke.) Enjoyed reading. Shows peace from an anachronistic point of view.
Add a comment. An epitome of the stark reality of life.a piece of writing with grim conscience underlying every word.hats off! and a stiff salute for this.
There are pessimistic feeling and philosophical points in the poem and it is great.
A philosophical poem about life.
Emotion is not left behind. Nice
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