Moonlit Skies

Sometimes I wake up early just to watch her sleep. The peaceful time just before dawn as the moon casts a glow perfectly across her face. How beautiful she looks bathed in the silver glow of the moon nestled beneath her favorite blanket. I want to touch her but know  if I do she will probably wake. Instead I slightly map her face with my eyes. Every curve, dip and line I follow like an old familiar road map. Her chest rises and falls with her breathing the only sound in the room besides my own. How I wish I could capture the beauty beneath the moon but I know no camera would ever do it justice. My mind’s eye barely frames the shot to its perfection. My heart grows heavier with love as I bask in your excellence. How she could ever see otherwise I will never understand. If I could I would give her my body and my eyes for just a moment. Then maybe she could see the breathtaking view I wake up to daily. Until then I’ll spend my last breath trying to convince her of her worthiness.