For The Morning

A kiss for the morning, as he said good night.
He only knew that his eye's light
Would pull the shade and darken a bit,
The room.

A lot of laughter, and sadness, some shame.
Filled our space, as living became
The place we took with us,
Our room.

Quickly and blessing our love fashioned nest.
From deep inside our growing was best
In the depths of my being,
Padded womb.

Tradition was ours to kiss a new day.
Knowing that possibility of presence would sway
And hopeful as always, together in our,
Same room.

Only his eyes could kiss me good bye.
The kiss of mourning, left by his sigh
His light was not there. I remember it no longer,just the
Empty room.

Raine Les 4/23/2008

Very nice... thanks for sharing

very nice Sadie but sad at the end