morning

[valeria_15]

in the morning, the sounds of light rain,
against the window pane, rhythmic like light music.
your skin against mine feels nice,
warm and inviting,
i snake my arms around your comforting presence.
There's nothing like it,
everyday, i wake to find you next to me,
and the world is good to me.

along the lightly dusted stairs, there's pockets of sun coming from the open roof window,
trailing along each step, sprinkling pretty stars in the light of day.

i like the smell of coffee in the morning,
and these sounds, of water boiling and the rustle of branches outside,
while the windows are open,
my barefeet, along the carpet and rugless floor,
there's nothing like it in the world.

Drinking down the colours outside, and seeing the beauty of the world.
How lightly we live, between heaven and hell,
the skies and the ground and in between

where we live, the in between,
and there is nothing like it in the world.
the Peace you feel, deep inside your soul.
When the morning greets you with love.