The Sun breaks through the morning mist
Illuminating the dust suspended in its beam.
I hear the slow music of your breathing as you dream beside me.
We sit in silence taking in the songs
Of all Creation surrounding us.
Its harmony is deafening.
We are lost in the thought of this reminder of Beyond,
And in the aroma of the coffee we sip.
There is no need to speak.
The talk is of what may be
As we listen to haunting melodies
That remind us of Home where we have never been.
But we are home.
And you are mine.