I desire to wake into happiness

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I desire to wake into happiness,
Welcoming the sun with open eyes
Not yelling, “Let me be.”

I desire to reach for a cool drink of water
Not some blistering hot pool, my mind clear 
From the breaking of the dawn.

Walking I found myself staring at the dirt 
Where flowers might be in the spring.
I desire to know their names
And where they come from.

Sleeping I find myself cradled in your arms.
Those sinewy hands of desire slowly
Raising me up to the sun.

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