By: A. Jarrell Hayes

I thought of you
And woke up early
In the morning, into
The darkness of pre-dawn.
No songbirds greeted me;
But the stars flickered
Lights upon your still
Sleeping face, a celestial
Chorus reverberating
Through the shadows.

My fingers danced in your
Hair, each of my fingertips
Finding an eternal partner
In combined strands of hair.

The dance continued until
You woke and caught
The movements of my fingers
Swaying to the sound of the sun.

A. Jarrell Hayes
From the collection To Woman, From Man available Winter '10/'11

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