Silver morn’s become of gold, they remained in nakedness and free in heart and depth-recess of home; golden bright of sun and shade of the rooms making mirrors of windowed glass; they on back-side looking out on the light, invisible to outside sight.
In sanctuary and love they stayed, glowed of morning’s way and remaining of its spirit; hues of their love-touched skin, smiles, and gentleness and light in eyes; his caress of her skin, her same of his, levitous laughs breaking from the smile and quieted in covered kiss.
They lived as so in the morning light, watching gold’s further change and rises to blue; temper of their love-cast skin in changing of the sun, radiance and glow meekened in the fading of the gold.
And still they loved, still they smiled, gentle touching in caress. Sky had changed. Spirit remained, and he kissed her slow and strong and deep again, different from light in laughter’s cover.
Spirit remained, love’s draw strong, and rising from island place, they ascended again to higher room where love awaited, strong and true, before windowed vantage sky of blue upon cloud of white-down dream.