It crowned the day, as they so often do,
Blazed through the wide bay window,
Captivated and drew me into it,
To stand in thrall of God and nature.
The warm glow caressed the curtains,
Played around the arms of all the chairs,
Smiled across the carpet, and bathed my face.

At the very edge of my awareness,
I sensed you move into the room,
And, feeling much at home with you,
Held my gaze on the illuminated glass,
And made a wide arm of welcome.
I felt you docking at my side,
As if there by some divine will.

I drew my arm down to enfold you,
Felt the gentle weight of your head
Rest contented on my shoulder.
A light as bright and warm as this old sun,
Saying its goodnights with no regrets,
Before darkening and sinking in the sky,
Grew and filled my stomach and heart.

For just as surely as I knew there would be morning,
I had such faith that you would still be there to grace it.
And now in moments dark and light alike,
My blind faith tested to destruction,
And you in some strange place,
I stand at that window, and sense you at my side.