I awake <br />to the morning after <br /> <br />the night before <br />we first <br /> <br />made love <br /> <br />your nakedness <br />still etched <br /> <br />in all its lovely sleepiness <br /> <br />upon white white sheets <br />startling in its beauty <br /> <br />as if <br />a gift <br /> <br />a God <br />had left <br /> <br />for this <br /> <br />mere mortal <br />I <br /> <br />made now <br />beautiful <br /> <br />by your love. <br /> <br />Your love! <br /> <br />Outside the window <br />the perfect day appears <br /> <br />the sun sketching in <br />the gist of things <br /> <br />(to come) <br /> <br />before painting it to perfection <br />later <br /> <br />later on <br /> <br />using only the colours <br />of our love <br /> <br />to achieve such <br />...such... <br /> <br />a surreal <br />real <br /> <br />realness. <br /> <br /> <br />A windhover <br />studied in stillness <br /> <br />graces the landscape <br />as I whisper Father Hopkins <br /> <br />“...the beauty of thee then...” <br /> <br />to your still <br />sleeping form <br /> <br /> <br />awakening you now to <br />my love <br /> <br />the windhover <br />holding its position <br /> <br /> <br />so it seems <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />forever.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-forever-for-janice/
