Poem: Love Sleeps

white light

Love Sleeps

A tendril of dark hair falls over your face in the soft morning light.
I watch you sleep, eyes closed, breathing deep,
impossibly young, an innocence
strange in a woman who has lived so richly,
whose heart bears so many scars,
and yet, here you are.
Childlike. Safe.
Trusting in this hour before dawn
as I watch
entranced.

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