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November 2007 
Sun on the Water (1)
Posted on May 24th, 2006
by 
foolfaerie420
foolfaerie420
Oh I am all awake early
you are so near
how can I sleep?
when soon I will know
again the touch... the span
of your hand on my waist
how can I sleep?
The sky is already fading
a new color of sapphire
the purple finch is singing
outside your window
outside my window
I am already singing
A day of preparation becomes
a day of celebration
a small quiet room
shot through with the impossible
bright spirit of the sun on the water.
you are so near
how can I sleep?
when soon I will know
again the touch... the span
of your hand on my waist
how can I sleep?
The sky is already fading
a new color of sapphire
the purple finch is singing
outside your window
outside my window
I am already singing
A day of preparation becomes
a day of celebration
a small quiet room
shot through with the impossible
bright spirit of the sun on the water.
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this is so beautiful… written so tenderly and so excellently
Thanks! That means a lot coming from you, you have great taste in poetry.