Morning Light

by Sarah Marr

Morning light, my morning light,
  Slips slow over my love,
And clothes her in gossamer.

          And turning now, she whispers,
            Words of my creation,
          But still I cannot hear them.


In her rebirth I saw hope,
  I saw her phoenix rise,
Felt her sun-warm fire once more.

          And sighing now, she slumbers,
            Through dreams of my doing,
          But still I cannot shape them.


In her rebirth I found warmth,
  I found her company,
Reclaimed what Death had taken.

          And dreaming now, she wonders,
            "Why does she love me so?"
          But still I cannot tell her.


In her rebirth I found pain,
  I found her memory,
Saw lost truth behind old lies.

          And worried now, she questions,
            "Where is the past I had?"
          But still I cannot answer.


In her rebirth I found grief,
  I found her destiny,
Believed in her wish to leave.

          And stirring now, she forgets.
            "I am with my true love."
          But still I cannot hold her.


In her rebirth I found light,
  Yet lost it in darkness,
That drowned her within my soul.

          And waking now, she rises,
            And letting go my dream,
          I watch as she slowly fades.


Morning light, my morning light,
  Slips slow over my mind;
Clothes my loss in memory.


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