Come now mimosa morn’,

slip softly into my waking dreams.

With tender leaves

so sensitive to touch,

break dawn’s grey

and plant a scented smile

upon my still closed eyes.

Caress my lashes

with intruding bright rays;

gently shake night

that clashes to stay.

Breathe on my cheeks

essence of promises

so they may instill

sweet morn’s blush.

Tingle my soul

with first light’s words.

Come now mimosa morn’,

spread across this

now over wait.

Climb framework,

enter with hardest

harbinger’s lust.

Wash o’er my heart

with essence

of you.