Your face on the pillow

Your face on the pillow in early morning light,

touched by sleep’s youthful kiss.

Crow’s feet, which tell of love, laughter, loss,

wiped from the corners of your lids.

And I watch in silence,

afraid to stir and wake you from this contented bliss.

 

And I listen in silence,

afraid to disturb your relaxed breath, leaving your body at ease.

Soon the busy day will shake you awake,

deepen the creases on your brow with worldly concerns.

Your face on the pillow in early morning light,

And I am enveloped in your peace.

13 thoughts on “Your face on the pillow

  1. It seems to me that most people when speaking of mature love in a poem for some reason choose the images and language of young love to describe mature love. Your poem strikes me as one of the rare love poems that describes mature love using images and language that actually say “mature, developed, advanced”.

    Thanks for a great poem!

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