Picking the morning from my eyes
I arrest her breaths as she sleeps silently
attempting to tickle each soft exhale
from her pursed lips
she is beauty
still
directed and fearless
I watch as the lids of her
eyes flinch
imagining each moment
she dreams
squeezing my eyes
tight
I attempt transformation
I am earth
she grows valiantly
beneath the soil
raising up like tall oak trees
outsmarting time