Sunrises Like These Poem by Saltedpeanut Blank

I wake to the most beautiful scene. The sun pours in through the boughs of the great oak tree across the street. The Earth takes its morning breaths as dust rises through the twilight. The old plantation home's wrap around porch is moistened with the dew of the saturated thick air of late summer. The cotton of orange, pink, and purple sky paints the motif of the yellow plantation home as the sun ever creeps over the peak of it peering through the darkness of the oaks leaves. There could not be a more beautiful morning in the world as what has been given me on the corner of Poete and 2nd Street. And yet, something is missing. The pain in my heart reminds me of the caress of your bosom against my bare chest. The brightness and volumes your eyes once spoke to my soul even in the darkest of nights. No mornings like these should be wasted on the heart of one. Although it gives me such torment, oh how it brings me peace. I sit now un-waking and waiting for the beauty of my sunrise. I wait for my sunrise becomes of you. In this moment of my true solitude my heart is as one with yours, and nothing on this earth can hinder. I long for your touch once more as I long for the sunrise all through the dark of night, for you are the sunrise. As the Earth breathes your breast does rise. As the sun does peak your eyes do wake. This is what gives me solace in life to know that some where in the world you do wake each day.