The light pours in, and I've finally rested
The dawn is a welcoming view
I've kicked off the linens, for nothing compares
To the way I am warmed by you

Keep my eyes closed, memorize this moment
The way that your breath matches mine
And I can hear your smile through your voice
As our legs gently intertwine

How many nights did I spend hoping,
For a day that could feel like this?

The children stir from the other room,
And we cling to our "five minutes more"
The spell breaks as we stretch,
No match for their knock at the door

With smiles that crinkle at the edges,
With eyes that wrinkle in the corner,
You take on the challenge of breakfast,
As the chill begs me to dress a bit warmer.

And it occurs to me that this is it,
This is the way I knew it could be.

So, I sit content in my mirage of a marriage
Laughing at the smell of slightly burned pancakes.

And I marvel at
The phantasmagoria
That has become my waking life.

The lyrics I've written to encapsulate your presence
The inside jokes and the family first-meetings
The good and the bad and the nights left awake
Just Talking and Talking and Talking and Talking and
Sharing interests; movies, music, desires and dreams

And I . . .
don't know how to tell you
that I have no more wishes,
There's nothing left to rebuild.
There's no crystals and candles and meditation needed
to manifest what's since been fulfilled.