Passages from the Vault – The 3 O’clock Sun, 2010

The 3 p.m. sun trickled
gently through the windows,
filtered slightly through the abundant
trees outside-
your room was bright,
and the air from the ceiling fan
kissed my face gently-
I could have stayed there forever
next to you-
strands of hair delicately
blown over your eyes-
eyes so peaceful, open or
your mind, a refuge,
a paradise,
an enclave that entices
comforts me-
home, to me-
the 3 p.m. sun trickled through
and my head and heart filled with
the mystery of the unsaid-
those unspoken words
music to my ears, still*


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