Oh here I sit in the waking hours of the dawn
Trying to maintain this midnight vigil.
It has gone on since dusk
And I haven’t moved from where I’ve sat.
The faint sounds of the crackling fire
The distant gentle breeze through the trees
And all this to spy on that beautiful ball of flame
As it rises over the horizon
Bringing light to the darkness.
And here you’ve fallen asleep,
Your head on my lap.
The rhythm of your breathing
The warmth we share
Stops me from moving
But, I reluctantly yet gently nudge you awake
to say two little words, “Good morning.”