Incarnadine sunrise

skies turbid with ebon clouds

quiet, before the pending storm

here, I have found myself

Your presence is felt

not seen

you stand in the shadows

watching me

I close my eyes

imagine your touch

I feel the warmth of you

or is it from the sun

It matters not

you are my empyrean

SCW 3 ’07

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