The unknown arms of a new day.
And for me, there were thoughts of him
And for me, there were thoughts of heels
Clicking ‘neath the creaking chair
That rocked and dipped in the soft sunlight
And as hands raised to yawns
And basset hounds lifted weary heads
To shift position
The moon spilt forward into the heavens
Into the indecipherable branches of the forest
Just outside, gentle curls of smoke
Danced and disappeared into the welcoming air
And, plentiful pebbles lined the way
As if acting, as a knowing guide
To illuminate the path and lead her confidently
In-to the unknown arms of a new day
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