01.35am… Awake, beside the one who moves me.

I feel her nudge
A slight carress
Seep subtly through
Slumber most sweet

I turn to her
She sleeps right on
I steal a look
One slow sweet stare

And through the dark
Behold her face
In constant glow
Of beauty pure

In silent hues
Of nature’s gift
Loveliness true
Makes my soul ache

And then she turns
Too great a view
To be sustained
Even so long.

I hadn't written anything in a long while till this poem. It was a burst of sweet relief to find that my muse had finally smiled on me with sweet sweet grace. I am alive!!!