Sitting in the thin
Light of morning
Even Ariel has lost
Her voice.
Thinking of it not
As day’s beginning but
End of night,
Enduring the darkest hours.
And, yes, the sun will rise
And today may look beautiful
But like a reflection in water,
The sun will give off light
But no warmth.
And the cold will
Seep into my bones
And lodge there.
It has been water
In my mind all year.
Ariel
February 2004
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