Mornings

Indigo, violet sky, with streaks of scarlet and pink shattered in-between.

We have waited for so long.

Since the moon was still up, since the stars shone bright,

On top of the dewy lush grass, 

Your sweater was grey and soft, and smelt of a mornings with your scent lingering in the folds.

An arm to hold me, a chest to lean on, a heartbeat to feel. 

You said my eyes caught on fire, by the light of dawn.

I said your hair was a blaze with young sunlight.

You held me closer, and I was encased in your warmth.