The morning waits at her door
While paintings and canvas lay on her bedroom floor
Today the sky has been painted just for you
With sun, whites and perfect blue
Bring me closer to you
As your face mirrors perfect blue
At night
Stars hold there breathe
When clouds are near
They burn my eyes for a second only to disappear
The moon hides itself in an ocean of clouds
If I pray loud
Pieces shine through,
And that’s how I know this is you
I am satisfied
I know this
I’ve seen this place
But only in her face
Thursday, January 8, 2009
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