Unraveling or Unfolding

reluctant am I
to awaken abruptly
while hues of darkness
still paint the sky
while dreams play
hide and seek
in the spaciousness
between my sleep world
and wake fullness

while the soft cocoon
of my warm bed
envelops me
while the firm cradle
of my true love’s arms
holds me safe
the stillness feels
all too precious
to disturb disrespectfully

lingering sweetly
in my blanket
of nocturnal sanctuary
I whisper my prayers
of gratitude
then ever so slowly
like a lazy lioness
stretch and unfold myself
into the waiting day

it has taken
a lifetime to learn
to abandon the unraveling
perpetrated
by the harsh intrusion
of my alarm sounding
and trust instead
my deep Self to hear
the soft invitation
of morning
greeting me by name