Golden Mornings

I will always remember
waking up next to you,
with that special golden city light
that dances across the scape
of multi-colored buildings.
Peering out across the horizon
that splashes light on
a city that never sleeps,
your waking eyes hold proof
that there was peace
and there was rest.
New light comes forth,
through the curtains
and into your room.
I'll always remember that color
that associates me to you-
hues of orange, some reds
and golden yellow, with traces
of purples that set against the green.
Cityscapes and golden morning light
will always bring me back
to that place-to you.

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