Morning Dew

Silent as dew
Forming from the final embers
Of the dieing night
I can’t speak a word
Vocal cords shivering in awe
From the sheer beauty
Natural and exquisite,
Radiating from you
Perfect in every way
And eyes like the sunset
If only the sun were green
Lips sparkling like stars
Shining in a crimson universe
Skin softer than all the clouds
Oh, to have my head in the clouds
Living in that white fluff is truly Heaven
From that vantage I can see everything
The soft milky tendrils, the crimson universe and all its stars,
The green sun setting in your eyes
And the perfect beauty reigning over it all
And I am still as silent
As the morning dew
Formed
On the perfect cloud