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May 2015
There I was early and bright
lingering… waiting for coffee
hoping they get it just right

when she came in, and oh! what a sight
My heart skipped a beat, the room felt warm
I turned pale, pale as moonlight

Then I see, I see just beyond sight
I see in her, I see a light

As if one pulled back the morning curtain
To a new and beautiful sunrise

Gentle at first, soft as starlight
pale as the moon. growing just as bright

Warm as Dawn’s first kiss, it broke forth upon my heart
whiskers and strands of many colored sunlight

She became yellow-brimmed and fuchsia limbed
pink, magenta, lavender, and periwinkle blue
Her brightness grew till all color broke and shattered

Then all faded to white
All there was, was her, her and her light.

but like a sunrise I mustn’t look too long
A sunrise isn’t mine to own

She saw my starstruck eyes, my hanging chin
She answered with a simple ‘Hi' and impish grin

But for a moment there was only her,
her and her light;
While we were lingering… waiting for coffee.
hoping they get it just right
This actually happened to me.
Keith Miller
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   Nicole Dawn
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