Heaven’s Light by David Tolk
It’s Spring again.
We sleep with open windows
These days;
The cool breeze gently brushes off our bodies
In the early hours.
The warm rays of the rising sun
Penetrate through the curtains
And I wake up to your soft kisses on my back,
As our morning ritual unfolds.
In these moments
I know I have all the answers;
My heart is full.
By Alice Karayianni
