Morning Breaks

Morning breaks  
Softly    
Cool      
Before the heat of the day    
As birds sing in the stillness    
Their silvery songs      
Dancing above    
The grass pearled with dew    
Lies in shadows  
The sun not yet topping the trees    
Save here and there      
Shafts of golden beams    
As the sky blues      
Night fleeing    
The rosey blush of Dawn    
And I    
I think of you    
Whose beauty matches the morn    
And long to see the sun's golden glow    
Bathe your skin    
As light and shadow play    
And wish that you would wake to me    
Eyes still fresh from dreams    
For I would see my dream awake    
And true    
For what beauty remains the day    
If I don't have you