If The Morning Had A Name

If the morning had a name
to be placed gently upon the tongue
and cherished with a smile
that name would be yours.

If the rains could cleanse
the anguish from the moments
when I confront my loneliness
the drops would fall from your tears.

If a softness would envelop me
and drive my demons to bay
I know it would be found

in the delight of your gentle lips…

…where time passes and returns
to hear your laughter warm
the coldest moments of my thoughts.