One Day

This was written for my girlfriend's eighteenth birthday a few months ago. I'd been working on it for a fair while, and it's really the only decent thing I've written in some time.

One day will dawn not so far away

It will break over you, your dreaming form

Sunlight spilling through your dew-damp curls

And pouring like syrup out of the morn

One day's rays will fall on crested waves

Of foaming breakers and crisp, white sheets

Untangling myself, I will - catlike - stretch

And as you stir, you stir my heartbeats

One day will open our sleepy eyes

To butterfly kisses and cups of tea

And the knowledge that we are still there

Continuing what is, and will be

One day will no longer be future;

A hope so distant and in disarray

Instead, we are perfectly present

In the glow of the light of today.