YAWN OF DAWN

 YAWN OF DAWN

The sun spills gold across the kitchen table,

Steam rises from our coffee cups like whispered dreams,

What once was ordinary now hums with quiet magic—

Your presence turns routine into revelation.

Before you, mornings were a blur of silence,

A half-lit world of solitary steps and shadowed thoughts.

I moved through days like a ghost, untouched by wonder,

Until your laughter broke the spell, and color seeped back in.

Now, we weave tales of past and future,

Laughter blending with the scent of dawn.

Each shared moment, a thread in the tapestry of us,

Stitching together a story that feels like home.

In your eyes, I see reflections of a world reborn,

A place where every sunrise holds a promise,

Where fears dissolve like mist in morning light,

And I am lifted, lighter, by the weight of your gaze.

Strengthened by this bond, I commit to the journey,

To the winding path of days yet to unfold.

No longer bound by the limits I once knew,

I stand with you, at the edge of all we might become.

With hearts unlocked, we step into the boundless,

Ready for whatever wonders lie ahead—

For in this love, we’ve found a kind of freedom,

A defiance of imagination, a life remade.