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Oct 2011
and now the sun sets
the night comes
but my eyes don’t close
nor do they wander

there you stand
my foot taps to the beat
of your perfect serenade
words dance,
flowers in a sunny field

I know you know
just what you do
the light touch
drives me crazy
the look you give me

take my hand
pull me in the right direction
never lead me wrong
tell me all night
about perfection, imperfections

stars twinkle and fade
into the orange glow of sunrise,
the fading yellow of moon-set.

the grass turns green again
glistening with dew
(it’s nice how that happens)

your eyes close now
and that’s all fine with me
it’s like it all never ends

perfect in every way
imperfections fade,
lost in laughter and love

mine now flutter shut
and behind them I see
just us two swimming
in an endless sea

it’s not water, neither blood
but wonderful sensations
fill my mind

we are tossed and turned
in the sea
laughing all the time

then your eye catches mine
and so I fall deeper
into sleep and sea.

love,

tumbling downwards
only to find that at the bottom
you stand smiling

and together, in my dream
we lay under a blanket
of perfectly formed stars
warming our toes to our fingers
like the very first time.

when I wake I find you,
hand on my shoulder
the way you sometimes do
smelling like morning fresh,
ready for a day

and so I admire you from my place
nestled in a warm bed
I know then
everything is complete
while your hand rests that way
on my shoulder
until I wake.
Margaret Bailey Turner
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