sunrise paints the sky
with a breath of poetry,
all cantaloupe and mint
and the same misty morning blue
that lives in your eyes
we speak in silent languages,
in wisps and wants,
in feathery clouds that flutter
gently against your skin,
in silent pictures etched
across the landscape of time
we are the dream weavers,
the designers of daybreak
wind-kissed summer souls
on the horizon of your mind
we carry warmth in our bones
(we will thaw your winter heart)
– ashley jane