~*~"And Morning Came too Soon"~*~

This poem is to remember how it felt when I fell in love for the first time. He was literally the boy next door, and in the summer we were both 14, I would sneak out of my house in the middle of the night to hang out with him in the tent in his backyard. Nothing ever happened there, but the anticipation was always present... ; ) (*This is inspired by a short story within Douglas Coupland's book, "Generation X")

For my childhood sweetheart

• The night was long, warm, and perfect,
• and morning came too soon,
• The sun's rays broke into our heavenly sanctuary,
• Breaking into our quiet, mellow understanding.
• The silvery dewdrops, hanging wearily,
• From the tents sheer ceiling.
• I look upwards, my eyes blinking profusely.
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• A drop of cool water, silently, slowly,
• Falls downward, onto my face.
• I close my eyes, just before it breaks,
• on my cheek.
• ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
• My eyes remain closed.
• ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
• I feel a soft hand, gently sweeping, wiping,
• The drop of heaven from my face,
• I turn my head, looking at him,
• And see his Hummingbird eyes.*
• Then, without a word, I kiss his cheek,
• And flutter away, as the butterflies do.
• ******************************************************************************