Friday, May 16, 2008

Morning Mist ©©

First thing in the morning
All I see is you
The last thing I saw when I fall asleep
Is you

I couldn’t really tell you
What you were wearing
I didn’t know
What you smelled like

All I remember
Is your deep blue eyes
I saw your love
Shining back

I remember
Your soft skin
Your breath
As you lay by my side

Nights are long
As they are cold
As a mist floats
Across the bay

Is it you dancing
Through the night
As the moon hangs high
Shinning down over the bay

Night swirls into day
Burning off the mist
First thing in the morning
All I think of, is you


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