The perfect morning
I told the Michigan morning sky. I believe in miracles. Pretty woman sat by the open window, she watched the city come alive. I gazed at her and I asked her. What are you so kind to me? You are my morning blessing and my evening wish.
She drank her coffee slowly and she turned toward me. She smiled and she told me. "I have watched you come alive and I savored seeing your rebirth. I knew you loved me from the first second, our eyes met. Your dancing eyes stole my breathe. You told me. I was the most beautiful thing, you ever seen. You stole me away and escape to ancient cities, drank and danced till we could not. You taught me the elixir of life. Travel, dance, song and love embrace. You taught me. Nothing as holy, as kind and gentle love. Love is luck and folly."
I smiled and I went to my knees, caressed her feet and I looked in her eyes. In her hazel eyes. I saw everything sweet and kind. I confessed to her. Love was desired and we held love like the sweetness of ambrosia wine. A delicious pain and delight. We feasts and savored the seconds, hours and days we spend alone in the chaos of wonderful days and perfect night.
She smiled and brought my head into her lap. She moved her hand gentle through my hair and she whispered. "I love Port Austin and I love you. Lake Huron had became our safe haven. You and I. Last dreamers in the miracle of love. Once I ran from everything and somehow my escape, led me to the poet, who loved to listen to my dreams. Make me feel, like I am the only one."
The morning sun was rising. Two people watched the day be born. The perfect morning.
Dancing Coyote