Warmth

As I woke up
from what may have been a dream
I saw your face before me
unable to make out the details
I felt your warmth
your presence from within
squinting into the darkness
adjusting to the light
I reached out for you
my grasp not catching
and into the fog you faded
I ran making helicopter motions
with my arms swinging desperately
I could not take flight without you
you were within me and yet lost
somewhere out there in the mist
too cold for breading grounds
but they say the birds call this the south
winter is not new to me, oft' caught out of season
staying too long, giving every reason
I knew you before this year, this time and space
I woke up one day and saw your face
I was scarlet draped in hair
you stood there, not giving a damn
a high hill to climb, the strong will
good things come in good time
and I knew from that very moment
from which I awoke, that you were mine
the beat of your heart, the breath in your lungs
the chromosomes which could only have come
from having been within me
always there, your presence, your light
you are the eternal warmth
with which I awake, from each night