A weight thrown off
is like a muscle grown
a sleek new strength revealed.
Light first seen
from darkened room
burns eyes like tungsten fire.
The voice you hear
when it comes to break
The longest silence sings
a true sweet song
of restful sleep
after fitful nights of fear.
From swirling mire comes
her softly chiding voice
and whispers in my ear
Wake up my love
for dark is fled
and all has been a dream.
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Hey.. Nice touch. Welcome back to the blogosphere.
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