The First Light
The morning breaks across your sleeping face,
In golden threads that weave through tangled hair.
I watch the way your breathing finds its pace,
A silent rhythm in the quiet air.
The world outside begins its restless noise,
Of ticking clocks and engines humming low,
But here within this room, we keep our poise,
Where time is held and has no place to go.
I used to fear the coming of the day,
The rush of shadows and the weight of care,
But now the darkness simply fades away,
Because I wake and find you resting there.
So let the sun climb high above the hill,
As long as you are here, the world is still.
The Anchor’s Reach
If love is like a ship upon the sea,
Then I have known the fury of the gale.
I’ve drifted where the winds would carry me,
With nothing but a tattered, lonely sail.
The horizon offered nothing but the blue,
A vast and empty circle, cold and wide,
Until the day my compass pointed true,
And drew me safely to your steady side.
You are the harbor where the waters rest,
The solid ground beneath a weary soul;
Of all the paths I’ve traveled, this is best,
To find the part that makes the fragments whole.
Let tempests rise and let the oceans roar,
I’ve found my home upon your quiet shore
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