I wake with legs tangled in a sea of bedsheets
and watch the sun drift up the window pane
like an unmoored beacon in the ocean of untroubled sky
the sudden memory of your breath turned to mist just inches from my lips
I think we were both surprised
by the injured pride
plain in your eyes
blue as any water
bright as any sky
Lacy, you never cease to amaze...I love all that is said and unsaid in this piece...the flow, gentle and steady, like the rising sun...wonderfully delivered, lovely imagery...a pleasure to read you again, peace, jewels
