The Cottage Bed Poem by Gordon R Menzies

I want to rise in the chill before dawn
to shake my skin and draw breath
but she is warm beside me

I want to hear the first birds talking
to hear cryptic splashing waterside
but she breathes so evenly

I want to be the first to great the sun
to feel our warm star warm on my hands
but she is holding mine in her own

I want to spend my sand in seeing
morning things others will never see
but she holds my hour glass

I want to tear this blanket from me
burst out like a winged thing
but her hair lays across my chest

There may be other dawns ahead
but there is a woman in my bed
and she is warm beside me