She was ever gentle in the awakening
As the sun rose across her cheeks
And stars quietly found sleep in her eyes
Turned to morning cheer.
She was ever gentle in the day,
As a glide of wind through a window by the sea
Sweetened the brine from far away days
And gave it a place to season a smile
When she spoke my name
It came from brightened shadows
And a beam of her favor found every coldness
In the room—she was ever gentle
In the day
For in the night she roared and her
Sounds spilled the never subtle overflow
Of the woman within the night… and
She was ever gentle in the day.
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