Where You Lay

the moon slipped down into the space where a cloud slept, eased itself down, a neon cough drop into the earth's belly, and the clouds slept like a suspended kiss, clouds of nightfall clouds of the morning.

When the time came, the sun slowly took its turn and brought shadows birdsong and day.

To watch you wake my dulcinea, is to watch the world dress itself up in new day, and in the silence of sentiment I kiss the ground where you lay.