One-day

She mornings me out of my bedroom window
to feel to the stars in silver pieces, sleepy
two years waiting for her to brighten to me
fell asleep on my bed like children

just that feeling, shivered into regions of space
ringed with nebulas of dreamed faces
waking under a picnic blanket
time for apple juice and toast, kisses

The beloved of my heart is my true heart itself.
She wakes all my mornings, She dances crazy
while I giggle because I can't understand Her -
I love not understanding Her –

dawn, and she rolls to me, flows to me,
she gives the gift of her eyes to me, she lays herself
at my feet. She is the gift of Her, she needs me
always to face my true beloved, my true Beloved.