Dawn, Nov 10, 2008

In my dreams
The thrill of night
Is rendered in morning light

My torpid self
Cannot ascend
The glittered pathways
Cannot lift the sculpted key
Cannot throw open the gates
Because I cannot see
The darkness

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Dawn, Nov 9, 2008

Stretching
Palms to the sky
She reaches into the moments
Of a day I will never see
As I paint what I can
With two left hands

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Dawn, Nov 8, 2008

Unawake
I am steeped in the scents
Of her quiet longing
Wrapped
As it is
Swaddled
In the bedclothes of a day
That may never
Begin

SFE  2008