It is almost 5 a.m. 

     and you are fast asleep

     with the bedsheets

     twisted round your legs.

 

The sun is 

     beginning its ascent, 

     and golden beams illuminate

     the walls of your new city.

 

A breeze is 

     blowing through a window,

     and I can see your brow

     furrowing in protest,

making goosebumps 

        run up 

             your naked arms. 

 

It is almost midnight 

     and I will soon be asleep

     with the bedsheets cast down

     to the foot of my bed. 

 

When you rise 

     will you think of sunlight

     coming through my window? 

 

When you rise

     will you wish for warmer winds

     in my city?