Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...

some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.