January 3, 2008
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Sunrise shows her scars to you

The window ceases all hopes

For lying in the shadows

She could hide in your arms forever

But everything ends

Your sweet face transforms a smile to greet her waning one

When you realize she is awake

She ducks her head back under

Your warm arms

As a scared rabbit


Kiss her forehead

Whisper a greeting

She knows she must show herself now, but

She tightens her arms around you


Too late

You're moving, climbing, away

Then back, to see her clearly,

And she is open, reluctantly,

And not so wrenchingly,


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