Hers

As each day is born as auroral fires,
Cascade crimson o'er horizon's line,
And dawn's glow seeps through lids,
The world --as if rising through liquid,
In view and suddenly fully entwines,
You and I, our dreams and our desires.


As each day embarks on its own story,
Sol arises, this day lost in ashen shroud,
Machines and mitosis plot time's trails,
Our world -- affixed,  towed along rails,
Oft  inert -- though like gods endowed,
To reach and touch the realms of glory.

As each day pales as shadows overtake,
Spreading colorless paint o'er every hue,
Touch benumbed through words misspoken,
This world of loving shoots stiffens oaken,
Eschew that this love born to me and you,
Grieves that raptures' embers' cool or slake.

As each day to night's dark cedes the stage,
And lunar light hearkens howls and bays,
Limbs enfold and faces face and breathe,
The air where embrace will gently wreathe,
Covenant kiss: I will lay where you will lay,
This day, this night, into the coming age.

She is mine,
I am hers.