The sun wraps around my face
After long dreams of being in France
Working as a stenographer
Learning to type is learning to speak
Like the language of life
We wrap ourselves so deep
In the meaning of friendship
And the loss of our loved ones
And again the sun wraps around us
Like a giant blanket that can only
Be received in the form of light
This is the beauty of the morning
Starting again when we had nothing
Left and at our wits end the day before
A heavy sleep and a few hours
To peek into the other side of the veil
Rejuvenates hope and springs
Forth a moment to begin with
New connections down the slopes
Of unpredictable waking life
© GÄ
Poétique 