Waiting for the morning

Imperceptible, drop by drop. Dew is coming,
spreading along lazy dawn.
The moon is waving lights and shadows. We are waiting for the morning.
I look at you.
Behind your fallen hair on your breast, I see distant lights on the sea.
Night shadows become naive.
A rising Sun is becoming bigger and bigger. Kiss me!
Before the sky, all blue falls down into our eyes.