Oh listen rain to the sound of her breathing,
Don't tap so loud you might wake her.
In the haze of this morning
She's a shape like heaven.
Don't shine so bright you might blind her,
Oh look at what you've done!
She stirs and turns her head,
Her hair is honey, sticky on my face.
I wonder what wonders she's making?
How much she is giving.
Who is she caring for?
Only the flowers know.
And as I slip back to the safety of my pillow,
She tells the rain to be quiet,
She scold's the sun for burning me,
She kisses my eyes to taste my dreams,
To see all my suffering.
And she wonders what wonders go to make a
morning.
As the rain stops we hear the motorway.
Guess he was too kind,
It rained all night, to protect us...
From the waiting day.
Dave Lewis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-sue/
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