When will the sunrise?

I rollover and look out the window
darkness looms
the minutes have ticked by
with no sleep

Tucked in 
time ticking
wrapped in love
I wait and listen

the rise and fall of her breathing
is the constant

Tucked in
time ticking
wrapped in love

the regular sounds
greet me 
at last

the early morning 
stirring of the man
next door

bound by rituals
I wait in anticipation
for his next move

Tucked in 
time ticking
wrapped in love

still no hint of the light

the rise and fall of her breathing
is the constant