Saturday, 20 June 2009

Day sleeper.

I used to wake in light
And sleep 'neath stars.
But now I stay up all night
Just to see the light transition steadily from dark.

I can see the hue of a morning red give way to azure blue.
And cumulus clouds dot the horizon;
The yellow is splayed through.

I awake and I look at your sleeping figure;
A spectre; a ghost from a dream.
You're pastey-white.
You're pale moonlight.
Your more beautiful than beautiful has seen.
(You're the jagged rock lifting me aloft in a dark, menacing sea.)

As the sun chases its arc to descend into dark,
I wait for a morning sign.
The stars shine brightly then fade,
Then a closer star starts to rise.

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