Where She Will Be

Morning erupts with a familiar ring    
wind chimes move and robins sing    
pages turned and lessons learned    
where we came, where we were      
     
Eyes stay shut with visions true    
glossy memories of me, of you    
daylight calls but I fail to rise    
keeping close you deep inside    
     
Wafts linger off a scented breeze    
putting my wayward mind to ease    
a Dundee dance of spiritual distress    
a welcomed arrival so elegantly undressed    
     
and where mystery engulfs fantasy    
her lips leap off into my chapters    
tearing me out . . .    
one single page    
at a time