Saturday, December 26, 2009

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UNTITLED

by DanaLynne Johnson




She walked through my window,

passing right through me

and disappeared in the middle of my room

before dawn broke,

before the sky caught fire.

I don't know her.

I don't know why she came,

but I hope she comes back:

I have so many questions

for the beautiful apparition.


I remember long dark hair,

the scent of cinnamon

in the darkness

the silence that is more

than the city asleep.

What was I supposed to learn?

When darkness regained its hold,

I relented,

My eyes closed.

My eyes closed.