Seemingly alone, I lie
in the slow-opening of morning.
I linger in languid moments
as soft layers of light
gather graciously round me.
The shawl of this new day
is gently draped about my shoulders,
and the weight of the world feels lifted.
I carry nothing really…only this Love;
though physically absent,
still the nearest I have known.
Every Thought; the Sweetest Company~
though I am seemingly alone.