no one is happier than the village idiot's blog: "My Writing"

A Morning's Wish
by Metatetron

A morning's fleeting wish
I would have you here
to sit with me, nearby
on this cushion.

My hands would feed you
warm cinnamon rolls,
icing from my fingers,
tea in large cups.

The soft sound of
your gentle laughter
pulling at the tendrils
of my dreamtime.

Instead of these things
my eyes tear in the light.
Coffee and toast are my
only morning companions.

--fin--