The pre-morning dew. <br />Has seeped through our clothes <br />to the skin. <br />Aiming steadily towards <br />The Bone. <br /> <br />Huddling for warmth <br />And for sheer joy althogether. <br />We are here <br />And we couldn't be <br />Happier. <br /> <br />Out in the air <br />In the dark and the cold. <br />In the height <br />Of everything we are <br />Could Be.<br /><br />Lauren Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning/
