Wondering

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In dreams your face is obscured, concealed, redacted
behind a veil of water or perhaps fog on the lens,
the features and lines a building crescendo of mystery
only to be unraveled by time and at its proprietary pace.

I look at you with wonder still, the awe still fresh
from the fire that sculpted you out of dreams like clay
being molded into an artisan’s idea of hope’s visage.

(dtn)

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