xxxix - dreams

The silence of the morning just before you wake is the sweetest sound.
It loves you, as I love you.
It doesn't thunder and spur fires in your chest that make it impossible to breath. Nor does it leave the ocean gasping on the shore.

I love you like all those daily moments of quiet.

The silence of a bird hoping over new grass,
The silence of burning pancakes at 7 in the morning,
The silence as you watch the tides roll in.

Loving you is easy like breathing,
instinctive.