Semblance of silence, the cricket portraying the dawn,
Notes turning me over in covers—I reach for you,
Stroke the skin of your lips and chin, your lashes
Still sleeping to the song outside. I am an early riser
And September air is what I would wish for had I
A second wish—the first would be to relive your sleeping
As I wake, again and again, remembering last night’s
Song, waking to this new morning’s score, the ache
Of evening love still within my bones.
Katherine Mercurio Gotthart
Copyright Sept. 10, 2002
This poem was written 11 prior to our wedding on September 21, 2002.