Ballet for two.

Morning Bliss... take a deep breath as the crow sings. He is asking where the night has gone, reluctant to start another long day of escorting souls to the ferryman.

The dust particles dance their sparkling ballet in the spotlight of the Sun as it slips past curtains, entertaining all those that are awake enough to notice. Cheered on by the silent applause of the dust bunnies from beneath the bed.

Bittersweet is this time, barely awake still dreaming in the arms of your lover. Desire to remain is pitted against the realistic truth that you must depart to join the world away from one another.

Nostrils filled with the scents of passion, body heavy and tired, heart animated with the joy of life you raise yourself and leave comfort of the warm bed. Startling is the brisk cold of the hardwood floor, chilled by the spring night air. Pulse quickened by touch of your lovers hand as it caresses your bare back, tempting you back to bed.

Alas you must leave...even the glorious aroma from the fresh coffee and warm bread that will greet you in the kitchen does not lessen the effort you must put forth to break away.

As William said so eloquently "parting is such sweet sorrow", but worry not for soon your day will be filled with the mundane tasks you face daily, competing for time in your mind with the anticipate of the evening to come.

...at last the door does close behind you, locking away all that takes up your day. You have returned to your paradise. welcomed by the kiss of your lover to once again dance the dance of Love until 'morrow's dawn.