Archive for February 23, 2016

Overnight

I walked, a stranger in the early day,
The moon so full no lamp light needed,
A bird was singing as I stepped outside. 

The road bricks shone and mirrored where I found my way,
Above me all seemed velvet, beaded,
The Sun rose as to end a fine indigo night. 

As I returned, the light had changed to red,
The Moon was gone and others rose now,
Faint, haunting lamp lights flickered in a stranger place. 

It was too late to go back to my bed,
Too soon to do the things I know how,
And in the mirror there was someone else’s face.
 

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