She

She reaches out To the dawn To see If its secrets Will be revealed She listens To the quiet Window So still As if listening too The cold wind Through the trees Seems so far away And yet calling She listens The silence Like a thick breath Surrounds her And she is full of it too As if forgetting Who she was Or who she will be The newness Of this moment The freshness In her eyes The longing To unveil What is now So clear She can't Hold it tight She only Holds the key To open The door And go out Into the fresh air And see The fruits Of time Taste the sweetness Of being Surrounded By this raw creation