She wishes she could see him in the morning, just as the light begins to shine through the window and gently kiss his face.
She wishes she could see him as he first opens his eyes to greet a new day.
She wishes she could see him as he lies upon his bed, with those sleep laden eyes, that take her breath away, adjusting to the sun shining on his face and wonder what his first thought is.
She wishes she was there to hear his feet hit the floor for the first time as he begins his day.
She wishes that she could observe him in his space, as he sips his first cup of coffee, as he heralds the new day. She would like to see how he cradles the mug in his artists hands.
She wishes she could see him as he begins his work and as he works through his process.
She wishes she was there as he ends his day and begins to relax.
She wishes she could see those eyes she watched greet the day begin to get heavy laden with sleep.
She wishes she could hear his weary footsteps head toward his place of rest.
She wishes she could see him as he lays his head upon his pillow and watch his chest rise and fall as his breathing becomes more relaxed and restful.
She wishes she could see his eyes as they close in a peaceful slumber and his night begins as the middle of her “day” is upon her.
And as he dreams…
She sits here….
And She Wishes…