eary morning

In the morning as i awake,
a vision of wholeness flashes in my damaged eyes.
I see you as who you are,
one person with much depth.
A a beautiful women,
for me not to acknowledge that would be wrong,
and yet i see still deeper still.
To the depths of your struggling soul,
seeking to be free of all that hinders you flight,
And there is still more,
a luminous spirit,
both caring and reflecting Light.
Of all things that is what draws me to you.
Not like a moth to a flame to be burned,
but as the world awakens to the light  every morning with the sun.
Thank you.