Silent.

A morning so sweet
as this one
has something none other could possess.

No, not a gift
nor a breakfast fit for a king
Not a mockingbird outside my window
nor the song it sings.

A morning such as this one
could not even be sweetened with
the rarest of teas.

This morning is silent.
It has silence,
a delicacy.

Silence,
a feast for my ears.
Baby breathes blushing sighs
I take in this morning, not using my eyes.
For the silence
is a beauty like no other.