Morning Sun

The sun rose,
thawing the atmosphere
through fog and blood
Its quiet light
filtering in
through the window
and, elegantly,
it crawled along the bed
A benevolent wraith
across our bodies
As we tried to continue
dreaming hidden visions
projected on our eyelids
The morning sun,
and a shift
from black to red
And when we opened
our tired eyes
we looked not past
one another