With widening dawn
fragments bloom
like passion flowers:
I smile I recall
but never saw,
a voice from your lips,
yet strange and new,
embraces hidden from history
beneath the heavy cloak of sleep.
Dark disperses as light gathers,
morning quickens, fragments fuse and form;
the vista of day's long hours
brightens
as I remember
the you I knew in the night.
© Leticia Austria 2012
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