Morn's First Light
[by Dr.Who3]

Hold my hand 
and walk upon the satin cloth of night's warm road 
with just the barest breath to give away our thoughts

a tickle of reality,
or brush of fairy dust upon my soul 
to tell the truth in silent conjugation
 . . .. . never fearing the fire of mornings light.

and will you lady 
sparkle upon my heart once more, 
as dwell I upon a wish within the morning light 
. . . .to watch, to breathe, 
to be the dawn once more
. . .and still

so when you see the star's first ray 
and feel it on your face with gentle touch
 . . .purse the lips 
and sweetly kiss the greeting of the dawn 
. . .knowing just a hint of more upon the tongue
. . . as love were food to taste and savor 
in the morn's first light.