Monday Morning

Monday Morning

Your words
Soft as rabbits fur
Gentle, searching
Fear-full, afraid
Shivering
In the cold, nakedness
Of their own truths

Eye lights
Telling that
Deeper
Older
History
Of our
Knowing

Those dreams are
But lost
Steps
On this
Pilgrimage
To
That
Final
Re-uni-on
That
Moment of
Re-t-urn
Of
Re-mem-be-rance
That
Embrace

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Dawn
I Am Here

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