As my eyes gazed upon the dew across the field
My thoughts began to be of you
I thought of your hair as it blew in the earth’s first breath,
and your eyes as they caught the very first glance of the morning light.
My thoughts moved on to your precious lips
as they glistened hopefully from a touch of dew,
and your bright smile as you began your day.
I whispered good morning into the breeze as it caressed your senses,
In hopes it would surrender these words just to you.
Written in 1998