Sleeping Chicago

August 22, 2011
Dear my truly loved,

I am here,
By myself,
With Lifting heavens side by side and running winds and singing tides,
Truest dark,
And slowest night,
I forsake my dearest flight,
For I have missed the best of me,
And lost one truly in the city,
No more shall run,
Before I catch the ones who know just how to be,
And run away to lands unseen,
By me I know,
No more I wake from the city,
Laughing with curiosity,
But when it fades to dusk of black,
Here I am,
More of me has come to wake,
And now I know,
Just who to see, for I am proudly to be,
The girl who sees the best of herself in a sleeping city.

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