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Prominence

I watch the smile on your face
rise like the sun with a trace
of fire rumbling in your eyes
which let me easily surmise
all of your grace.

Night terrors

Awake.
I reach for you
in the dead of the night
and I’m startled to discover
You’re gone;
the sound of footsteps on the stairs
the bedroom door knob turns
to my relief –
You’re there.

Janus

Imagine time
with heavy hands
that crush and mar.
Imagine time
with healing hands
smoothing out our scars.