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I woke to see you standing there,
Bright like the rising autumn moon,
Simple beauty shining down on me,
You rose above on angel's wings.
This temple built, by mine own hand,
Is bathed in soft white light,
Your heart, your soul, your beautiful face,
Are etched on its sky-blue walls,
And I walk its halls,
Embracing memories, building dreams,
Swimming in faith and love.





circa '95
My memories of waking after an operation... she was the first thing I saw. The picture is as clear in my mind today as it was seven years ago.