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She sleeps with her arms

flung above her head

a beautiful rag doll

come to life

She tosses and turns

As the night drags on

She speaks to a friend

no one can see

She's a shadow

cast upon the wall

By the glow of the miniature moon

in the corner

She laughs with her teeth showing, 

Loves with her arms open wide.

But I like her best when she's sleeping…

And that is Anna, 

dreaming.

She rests on a wooden frame

made of their memories of her, 

the hands she's held

and the shoulders she's hugged, 

and the people who brush past her on the street

with lives of their own.

She thinks of another home, 

with a bright green door

and purple flowers

covering her shoes.

She wishes, 

just like anyone, 

but she is content

to lie on a wooden frame

with her arms flung above her head.

She laughs with her teeth showing, 

Loves with her arms open wide.

But she's most beautiful when she's sleeping…

And that is Anna, 

dreaming.

Her light hair

is draped across her face, 

shivering in the wind

that is every breath she takes.

Her closed eyes

with their fragile lids

tell me everything

I need to know.

She loves things she knows

and things she doesn't know

and things no one knows

and things that don't exist yet.

She laughs with her teeth showing, 

Loves with her arms open wide.

But I wish you could see her sleeping…

And that is Anna, 

dreaming.