The birds of dawn wake to song.
Slow at first and then cacophony
We wake to their audacious clamor.
Move closer, love, I need your warmth,
your peace, your breath, your body.
Stay with me and you will clasp my neck,
and I will enter your being
and our oneness will bring courage
and the darkness will become easy.
We will enter the uncertain day together.

~mce