Pale winter light seeps through the window
catching dust motes in their dance,
creeping slowly across the floor
and up the side of the desk.
Over the carpet, to the bed,
ascending the quilted slopes.
To the pillow, where rests the mind
of the girl that lives a dream.

11/27/1999

Posted on 09/22/2001
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