I picture you in the morning
As the sun rises behind my eyes,
Your smile awakens me
And my lonely soul flies
I linger through the heavens
I walk among the clouds,
In a sea of unfamiliar faces
You stand out among the crowds
There are mountains in the distance
Rivers, lakes, and streams,
Yet nothing leaves me breathless
As your beauty—or so it seems
Leave your whisper on my lips
With traces of your heart,
Breathe me back to life
Be the muse behind my art
I’ll picture you in the evening
When I sleep and close my eyes,
I’ll hold your smile in my dreams
The way the moon is held by the skies.
Felix Alexander Writer 