Mornings Dawn

Each mornings dawn
I search, while listening -
to the pattered beat.

My racing heart
which drums…. …. ….
and seeks.

For a glimpse, just a peek
of you.

This ache, I understand
pain, without a jab
ribs, which take my breath away
a thumb to plug the dyke
and wash me -
with your gentle hands.

I want to wake
each mornings dawn
knowing that you're there
not gone.

The brightness of my life
is dim -
without you, I have
no morning dawn.