The Bed Song Poem by Jack Williams

Your hair upon the pillow like the roots of a riverside tree
Your breathing softly sighing like the singing of the sea
The curtain slightly drawn so an arm of light is thrown
It reaches through and touches you, it touches you and me.

When my eyes drift open, tickled by the prying sun
I thank him for the day that I'll be spending with my love
I never wasted time so well when I was by myself
As you and I lie side by side until the night returns.