Dear, the night’s long gone, the moon’s
A refugee, the sun’s about
These many hours to come.
Yet we’re together almost-doors
Thrown open – almost I may hear
Your breathing, you (not quite) my scribbling
And that’s unusual; day’s start and end
Are when we meet – how happy I
To see your radiance in the day’s.
The day shines and your eyes shine and these lights
Combine to show the planet at its best.