Upon the Worth of Waking Beside You

- jan-u-wine
A Frodo and Lily poem, for Ladyhawk & CRB

How many dawns
I have known
which were
without worth,

how many
days
when the Sun’s lamp
meant only
a diminishing of Darkness.

But now….

I count every
slow breath,


note


with care
the flutter
of eye
beneath closed lid,

watch in wonder
your pale beauty
pink’d
by warming Light.

Every moment spent thus,
watching,

waiting,

within the circle of my love,

unbearably sweet,

every moment
irrevocably

Mine.

Like you.


You

are

Mine.


I touch the warmth
of your mouth
and will you,
in the secret places of my heart,
to wake.


Soon enough,
(though not so soon
that I could not steal
a sleep-hazed kiss),
you do.

Eyes which hold
not-yet
departed dreams
open to mine.

Arms fold
soft
about me.

Lips
greet the day
with my name.

I can put no price
on the worth of waking
beside you.