Our First Sunrise

Wisps of light feather from the horizon
The clouds are shaded shadows
Barely visible
The early morning sand is cool
It smells of salt
I run my fingers through the smooth grains
Frothy white waves whisper soothing songs
Their bow lazily lilts across the violin of shore
I close my eyes and let the song envelope me
Inhale it into my chest
The birds chant their descant
Your hand is warm
You’re still waking
Brown curls uncombed
Brown eyes still bleary
But lovely, tender
Happy to share this moment
“It’s starting.”
My eyes open
The sun arrives and blows the moon a kiss
The moon bows lovingly from view as all eyes fall on her
Shaded light rends the horizon
Waves welcomely kiss the colors
It spreads in rippled reflection in the mirrored eyes of seawater
Rising dawn
Rising sun
Warmth spreads through me
Not from dawn
Not from sun
From your hand

© Rachel Svendsen 2014

Author: Rachel Svendsen

Rachel is a poet and writer from Pennsylvania, where she lives with her husband and children. Her short story "Filling the Silence" received an honorable mention in the 2019 Story Embers short story competition.

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