Waiting for the light to pull open my eyes,
I wake to the still morning with you by my side,
While the birds twitter on and sing their golden song,
I’m reminded of things past, of treasure long gone.
For there once was a time in the morning light hue,
When I would wake to pen and paper and write only of you,
But now I am lost and stuck for what to say,
Could you come back, just once, and lie where I lay?
But, no, you could never for these things are all wrong,
And where glass once shattered, it now stands firm and strong,
So give me a time where I longed only to be,
In my heart of hearts somewhere true for you and for me.