By jack
Date: 2002 May 19
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doorways

doorways to hiddin times
open fresh in morning light
granting an access
none will see or follow
as sleep slow pulls its blankets past
baring one to this early light of day
doorways yet are still open
for the thrice futter of eyes
that wake one to reality
open enough yet
to slip a word
one of love to carry her
through her day til yet tomorrow