Coffee With The Captain

He opens the door to her daydreams Lets them out to tiptoe wander Much the way a cat creeps up on a bird Her steps so purposely placed Cautiously making no small noises To disturb and scare away What so vivid in her sight He has not yet seen The soft stare of her eyes Nor heard her morning sighs But the notes he sends smell of Summer Gardenias and goodness His day begins photographing the dawn Colors of kindness and hues of hope Making sure she sees what his heart knows A sharing while she sips her coffee They touch across time and travel A warming to blend their tales and time She cooks and serves his dinner Although facing an empty chair There, for just a little longer Until he pulls his anchor up