Sunday, 19 April 2009

On Another Sunday Morning in April

A shaft of sunlight fell across my
still dreaming face
and lay there
like a warm, caressing hand

I close my eyes to view
a suddenly red world of skin and blood
flowing, glowing
lit from without

and for a moment, I thought I saw you
that it was your hand so warm on my face
that it was your light shining so brightly on my interior world
lighting up my insides
making every pulse
every heart-beat

For just a moment, I thought it was you at last.

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