In the faraway city of my lonely work, a new moon waits for you, hung low and full in the early morning sky, where sleepy eyed I step out into the half-light of a new dawn and feel your love tethered to me.

Sunrise dissolves the last of the darkness, shards of light singe the clouds, wisps of vapor, their edges feather-soft and bruising, slowly turning crimson pink.

I cradle the moment, opening my heart to the intimacy of this calm stillness, and feel you with me, in the unfiltered aesthetic beauty.

God, I want you.