Windows
The night was deep and
functional. We rested,
intertwined and separate
as heat or cold dictated.
Completely unaware of the
many paths shadows took,
as breaths grew still -
while dew formed, then fled.
Light stretched quietly
as the sun yawned into
the morning and the earth
smiled a sleepy hello.
Prisms flashed as dimness
fled, as lengthening shades
danced unnoticed through
hair, on faces, arms and feet.
The growing brightness
brought sounds of morning,
gentle shifting and waning
recollections of dreams.
Now inner clocks kick against
avoidance, focuses shift
to the current state. Eyes
open to welcome what dawns.
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