The Morning Light

The morning light cast everything as new
And in that moment
Nothing else mattered. Nothing
Else even entered my head
Other than the rhythm of your
Breathing and the rise and fall
Of your chest. How long can
This moment last, before the world
Enters the room, and pulls you back
Into your daily life?
I dare not move. I watch the light
Travel up your body and envy
The easy way it covers your skin.
Beautiful long limbed boy, cast simply
By the morning light as the hero
Of this hour, the reason to lie still
And dream of sleeping, just to wake
Again.