Morning, Revisited.

Big, bright
eyes
peer over whitewashed
windowsills;
Tiny hands reaching out for
The first
(orange, peach, pink) rays of dawn.
The earliest recognition that each day starts
A beginning.

(You are
Refreshing;
Our heart to hearts lying
Head to head
Drinking rootbeer;
To see you truly
smile;)
Explosions of color
fill the once darkened sky
And for the first time
I can see it clearly.

Falling in love (with you) is seeing sunrise.