paints

Waking moments shared under the covers.
down, out and about and out of sorts,
I pick myself up still, peer outside my window sill,
The haze masks the warmth I feel.
Now, and you're snoozing away.
a peaceful smile painted on your face.
So ideal, let's wish it real.
free, is all we really want to be.
And there's yet so much to fix,
so much.
The path is clear,
let's walk it my dear.
should we meet in the end?
Can't say. But a path is laid.

waking mornings.
Next to you.