Waking glad a poem written in green biro

By twotoasts
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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And on those mornings
In between the sheets.
The sun wakes glad,
And there are no ordinary things,
Anywhere.
In between the sheets.
I am always me beside you.
Waking always for the first time.
In love.
In bed.
The sun wakes glad,
Telling me
There are no secrets.
Things are.
As they seem.
And you show me this too.
Before you wake.
Before we sleep.
That there are no ordinary things.
Never were.
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