barefoot
in the grass
the dew cools your feet

standing
feeling the light
of this early new day

a sound
from the distance
muffled and subtle

stillness
standing in quiet
waiting for the sound's return

breathing
deeply pulling in
the fragrant bouquet

open
fresh eyes
overwhelmed by the glory

sunrise
at it's wondrous peak
tints and hues light the blooms

smelling
the flowers of summer
wild and abundant meadow

breathing
even more deeply
remembering the last time

the warmth
unwelcome at first
surprised by it's return

the sonnd
same as before
much closer now

footfalls
a strain to continue
to stand still, eyes closed

finding
strength within
but the lovely anxiety is unnerving

burning
moistness returns
fueled by the memories

the touch
electrifying
fingers to wet lips

questions
is it really him?
or a return of the dream

open
heart leaps
eyes fall on his face

familiar
yet brand new
memories of ancient bliss

newness
dawning this new day
precious morning of the heart