Polaris (watching you sleep...)

November morning in the half light
plays with you like a loving loitering finger on soft skin
subterranean breath measured and soundless
sheltering the fire that burns beneath unspoken dreams

tiny particles ignite and fall down around your face
the dance of seraphs in the melting air
angels whisper sweet songs of unrivaled laughter in my ear
my soul alight with sound of heaven

Drawn to you with an undeniable intensity
my breath recalls the distantly familiar pathways within
as a dizzy echo whispers of last night
perfectly wrapped up in your arms, liquefying under your touch

so I find that the blue actually does become bigger
when placed directly underneath the light
it swells and pools and beckons me to see what I could not before see
it awakens me into a daylight so brilliantly unforgiving, that I can do nothing but melt