Wake

A poem "Wake" to commemorate the beginning, the "waking" of this blog:

"Wake"

Under a blanket of warm orange rays,
Nestled on a white sheet of sanctuary,
I awoke to find you next to me,
Deep in slumber, enjoying the ease.

Your quietscence I did not disturb,
But a feeling of warmth it did muster,
The need to touch you was non-existant,
For the only thing that matters is your existence.