Morning Aria

A tousled head upon my pillowthe hand I hold through dreamless nightsthe lips I kiss a thousand times,but not enough.We breathe into each day and leavebehind the filmy skeins of lovethe animal cries that take us from ourselvesto find epiphany in an instant.The evening turned to rain,we polished Soho streets with misconception,out there the world is full of swift divide, I knowthat I can’t keep you by my side forever,but your morning voice is full of lovea pair of deep blue startled eyes, and whenI leave to live my life I’ll always hear your sleep filled cry.''Where are you now, my morning Aria?''