early to rise while you sleep

Cursed, I am, to rise well before the sun
Daily
Living another life before others rise

So, I piddle, I sweat, I think, I run
Daily
Before seeing another set of open eyes

In the cool, dark solitude of morning
Wistful,
I imagine you drifting in oceans of sleep

Softly breathing, tangled in covering
Wistful
Sighs and soft smiles as dreams slowly creep from the deep

Pretty feet and painted toes peek from sheets
Shadows
Bathe you as night begrudgingly yields to the day

And I sit, breathing deep, as my pulse beats
Shadows
Recede, Bands of light inch across where you lay

Reluctantly freed from a dream’s deep water
Slowly
My sweat has cooled, I rise to face Come-What-may

My thoughts turn to you, the mermaid’s daughter
Slowly’
Rising to join the chaos of another new day