Woman

Woman

It was dawn the moment we met...
dawn...to lie awake, light and blue,
warm sunrise and sweet singing
of early birds upon the sky...

Your bright, limpid eyes
are lakes of pristine waves
where to lie abandoned
to the purity of your thoughts.

I feel good about knowing you;
good reading your pages, open book
of modern tales, youthful, alive,
plain, lovely, a precious gem...

You, real, not a dream, and yet,
a dream to live in a world,  
woman, you are part of all
I dream of loving