From: Sarah Marr (sarah.marr@dial.pipex.com)
Date: Sat Nov 16 1996 - 15:21:28 MST
Morning Light
Morning light, my morning light,
Slips slow over my love,
And clothes her in gossamer.
And turning now, she whispers,
Words of my creation,
But still I cannot hear them.
In her rebirth I saw hope,
I saw her phoenix rise,
Felt her sun-warm fire once more.
And sighing now, she slumbers,
Through dreams of my doing,
But still I cannot shape them.
In her rebirth I found warmth,
I found her company,
Reclaimed what Death had taken.
And dreaming now, she wonders,
"Why does she love me so?"
But still I cannot tell her.
In her rebirth I found pain,
I found her memory,
Saw lost truth behind old lies.
And worried now, she questions,
"Where is the past I had?"
But still I cannot answer.
In her rebirth I found grief,
I found her destiny,
Believed in her wish to leave.
And stirring now, she forgets.
"I am with my true love."
But still I cannot hold her.
In her rebirth I found light,
Yet lost it in darkness,
That drowned her within my soul.
And waking now, she rises,
And letting go my dream,
I watch as she slowly fades.
Morning light, my morning light,
Slips slow over my mind;
Clothes my loss in memory.
Sarah Marr
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