the night until it is removed

by a sky of frosted gold

the sheets become a robin's blue

then lighter

brighter

blue to gray

until they lay there white again

in the light of another day

On this crumpled field of white

I hold you to the light

you are a cup here now within my arms

we have filled another night

          So many times the dawn can take

          the dream that blazed just hours before

          so many times we make mistakes

          while we wish for something more

So here we are embracing dreams

we tell ourselves this must be real

weighing attraction and simple schemes

against truth and sex appeal

And on this crumpled field of white

I hold you to the light

you are a cup here now within my arms

we have filled another night

yes

in your eyes I see

we have filled

another

night

Field of White

The sun is coming up at the end of night

somewhere a bird sings out its lines

listen

and you turn to me and sigh

you are a cup here now within my arms

I am a saucer that you rest upon

we are filled with afterglow

in the stillness of the dawn

The blackness all about us moves

deep blue arms come in to hold

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