Here comes the morning;
Blue sky, lush grass, dew drops
Yet thee not beholding my eyes;
Here comes the noon;
Dazzling sun, trumping air, running creatures
Yet thee not beholding my eyes;
Here comes the evening;
Red sun, still air, breathless tones
Yet thee not beholding my eyes;
Here comes the night;
Full moon, bright stars, unlit sky
Yet thee not beholding my eyes;
The eyes paused,
Took me in those dreams,
Felt his hands, his breath, his light
The very moment, those eyes captured the hold,
He... the essence of my each day, each noon, each evening, each night
We meet each day, each noon, each evening, each night
Though;
I wonder if he even knows me?
I wonder if he even feels my existence?
On pleading; Who am I to him?
He generously said;
"Quite a habit", "Quite a habit"...