With mornings gauzy dream
web'd across the eyes of sleep
and tender, perfect ribbons
of amber and rust
tracing, solemn fingertips
I found you
stolen by the night
broken by the day
lingering upon beggars lips
I will crawl
my slow soul awoken
as daybreak claims all
we can not surrender.
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