This Forever(For Janice)

I awake to the morning after the night before we first made love your nakedness still etched in all its lovely sleepiness upon white white sheets startling in its beauty as if a gift a God had left for this mere mortal I made now beautiful by your love. Your love! Outside the window the perfect day appears the sun sketching in the gist of things (to come) before painting it to perfection later later on using only the colours of our love to achieve such ...such... a surreal real realness. A windhover studied in stillness graces the landscape as I whisper Father Hopkins “...the beauty of thee then...” to your still sleeping form awakening you now to my love the windhover holding its position so it seems forever.