between night and morning
i wake from a dream
that doesn't leave a memory
get up in darkness
brew black tea
a cup later, still lost
in nocturnal musings
i open the window,
to let september air
touch my breath, lean out
and see her for the first time -
venus, dancing over dawn
while the moon sails so high
that it remained invisible
through closed glass.
1 comment:
beautiful!
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