First light and my eyes crave a view. Beyond daybreak and alarms, away from necessity the enchanted calm. 

Two feet on the bottom stair and the still of morning comes to life. A time so familiar, a place in my heart.

What lies at the core a constant song, my siren of the morning all summer long.

My eyes adjust. I wake, I smell the roses as the sunrise brings energy to every perfumed fold. 

In my happiest of moments time stands still. In my contentment you are all-consuming, infinite and beautiful.