Simple as the Sunrise

As pure and simple as the sunrise
over the Atlantic blue
are syllables of love that slip
from your lip each day.

Words that carry me on
their pinions, protected and
secured in our nested conversation.
Throughout the day you are with me.

And as the sun breaths its last
I retreat to the hyperbaric chambers
of my heart to recover the joy in life;
Your words heal in pressurized ways.

Your affirmations fill the
cells of my existence as I sit
limped out after dealing with the
used tea-bag personalities of life.

Rejuvenated by the oxygen intake
of your words.
Refreshed by the kinetic energy  
of your love.

I am once more made whole
as a stained glass window,
that the light of your words
may color my soul.