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Sleep Still

believe me
when I say
what I’ve never said
it isn’t lost
it is born again

this snow
is newly fallen
and untrodden
just like you
it is virgin

golden laced
curls wind once
around your ear
to rest in cursive
on my pillow

sleep still
draped in covers
draped in my gaze
dream once of
ancient river love


awaken, will you?
inside out aglow
more than ever able
to conquer, conquer
and be conquered
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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