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~~ INNA ITCHON ~~

In the Still of the Night

A life so self-sufficient,
So quiet, so predictable.
The same endless tomorrows
of work, of play,
of tedious chores
repeated
again and yet again.

Then the first half-tries of
tentative probing,
words with double meaning,
uttered so quietly, so innocently.
Breathtakingly simple,
carefree and honest.
Longing to believe
yet not daring to;
these expressions of want
and of human need.

Persistent in nature,
so warm to touch.
Constantly glowing,
gradually coming to flame.
Barriers tumbled,
Utterances spoken
of feelings quelled,
and of desires
obscured.

On slow stealth it came
riding so indolent,
barely perceptible.
The answering need,
the constant want.

In the still of the night,
Your being encompassed me,
In the still of the night.

9 November 2000
Revised: 29 January 2002
(First in the series of Daystream poems)

The Breaking of Dawn

In the still of the night
your being encompassed me;
Each passing moment
in the warmth of your arms.
How alluring your perfume!
How rapturous your loveliness!
How heady the moments spent
in unutterable pleasure.

Furtive whispers of forever,
warm and gentle caresses
that speak only to us.
Promises of a heart
that beats for each other,
in total surrender to you
and no other.

Yet the subtle colors
of the coming day
breathes a disturbing sigh.
The faint light reveals
not black and white,
but gray.
The gray of uncertainty,
of emotions unsure,
of promises remembered
and half-believed.

The dawn breaks
revealing the naked
honesty of you and me.
Light promises
Not the splendor of paradise,
but the earthly reality
of life with you,
whom I love.

The dawn of a life
in the truth of love,
in intense joy
and exquisite pain.
The heart dictates
A sentiment so true.
At break of dawn
my love for you filled me.
At break of dawn.