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Published:April 22nd, 2006 09:04 EST


By Stephanie Rosseter

My breath collects
on the window as he drives
and from the side of his nose
a scar
moves to make the perfect slope
and his smile begs me to sing.

We arrive
upon a tree
who dances before us
with a gentle invitation
that sways my soul to recite it`s song.

My lyrics
find their muse in words
in light
in dark
as my mind
tosses the ideas like waves
and the smell of childhood memories
salts my next stanza.

With that I turn forward
to a foresight
of daydreams explored
to a coming of the dawn.

And the sun illuminates my next inspiration.