Sunday, June 22, 2014

dawn

the silence woke me
at 4 am. My fingers stroked my back
as if a strangers
I blinked and lay there waiting, for someone
but, nothing

I rolled over and saw 2 hours had passed
In the quiet I turned to my faith
Wet hands wiped wet eyes. Wet lips prayed
and night broke open.

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