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I am moved, you have moved me
from a place of stillness
well inside long dry you have moved me to tears

I am drawn, drawn up, out, in
drawn in ink
your uncertain hand fills in absent details
assumes meaning

I am born, still born into silence
wakened softly
your cries pure as salt spring
wash the blood of my birth away

I am new, precious stranger
clear as the day that slips in
from behind shadows of idea and intellect

I am your lost light

Image unpolluted by education
for this a time, fully formed, fully yours

I am sorry
I am not as true as I seem
in one musical moment, I will dance on the notes
of a minor key
break free, break free,
of the heart, lips, spirit that concieved me
break free
run, rise, grow, begin to live
in someone elses memory

I never promised
not to change.

© 2006 Lara Thesenvitz