You lifted me high
when the world whispered
these times were low,
and we cascaded together
like broken glass -
cutting time, reflecting darkness;
a refraction of love overlooked
and confrontation of truth
in the mirror of slumber.

Now, in these ambrosic hours
before dawn, you hold
the prism of the world
up to my lips awaiting
the misty exhale of breath
onto the chilled surface of morning -
these are signs of life written
across tomorrow's blank canvass.

08/31/2004

Posted on 08/31/2004
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