When morning comes in sleepiness and pillows
And day wakes slowly to the scent of ground;
The thoughts escape my mind in steamy billows
To fall again like raindrops pouring down

You are more real to me, than light or darkness
Yet more ideal than courage or despair;
For where your soft voice goes, my soul then hearkens
And where your body goes, my mind is there

The you I’ve come to know is an enigma
The eyes that pierce me hide your secret soul;
And love, while freely given, bears a stigma
When one gives all, another less-than-whole

And so this fantasy I’ve had of you:
To love me openly
As lovers
Do