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this site: is the personal online space of a woman who is living in a mind full or images, words, and often obscure thought. It is used as a place to dream, to connect, to create, and to think. more... pop

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August 31, 2004
Poetry: Waking

(Believe it or not, but this was the inspiration for this layout. Stay tuned for more poetry. Coming soon...)


The Sun comes up too early
Bleeding light through trees outside my window.
Dreams invaded and quickly fading,
I stir beneath the sheets.
Eyes like butterflies,
I fight a silent battle
To hold on to the night.

The wind moves west
And the trees dance.
I remember that they dance for him.
His laughter is the music.
Soft sunlight kisses my face
And I remember the fire of his touch,
Hot skin soaked in candlelight.

I have forgotten his face, his name,
All the promises we made,
But my spirit still calls to him.
It remembers what I dreamt of last night.

LM Hutchings (lee)

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cool site and cool poem. hope ya pc gets back to normal soon.
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