early morning hours

I see you sitting
on the earth’s richness
taking in the morning hello
of sunrise.

I find you from afar,
in my own isolation, you
disturbed my solitude.
I am curious about you.

I shake my head trying to clear
the fog of this would be dream
I see before me.

You, your caramel skin touching
the white sands of creation.
I am awed by the perfection
I am witnessing.

In my transformed state,
I am not delusional about
your reality of truth.

I wonder will we meet,
have a conversation that greets
both of us with smiles.

I am pulled away by the
time that I wish was mine.
But now I know where to
find beauty in the early
morning hours.

© Exposed Loving 2016

*Dedicated to the Island Girl