every morning we turn to see each other
in pale light through frosty windows,
or warm sun and leaf-shadows

I realize again that I always want to wake up
to the soft breath from your open mouth
and the gentle smell of your hair

to make my journeys in the white daytime
never knowing where I am being led
or if this time the way back will be lost

and in the evening to hold you in the dark
as we surrender to everything again
and say goodbye as if this time is the last