Awakening
Silent and still, our wasted strength
waited for the dawn
to pry open day’s magnificent creation.
We waited for morning’s breath
to kiss the daylight into us
and take the star-light from our eyes.
You were a contagious infliction
for which there was no cure.
We were two lovers laying in the wilderness,
comprising the night.
Copyright © Peter Fifield | Year Posted 2014
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