Coming Home

Posted: 11th March 2010 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Love Poems

This morning as I woke,
And took the morning’s breath,
The night’s sweet silence broke,
As to consciousness I rose.

Looking to my side,
An angel next to me,
The calming of my oceans tide,
This vision of heaven I see.

The slight brush of golden hair,
A glimpse of a rosed cheek,
I could not help but stare,
At this blessing given to me.

Then the loud hum of my alarm,
Wakes me from my dream,
This shock of reality does me no harm,
When I know your coming home to me.