There are days
when sunlight
comes bursting through
my shades, shattering
the twilight dawn,
reminding me of you.
There are nights
when moonlight
slips beneath my door
and glows
like phosphorescence
on a distant shore,
peacock blue and balmy,
reminding me of you.
There are dreams
where palm leaves rustle
in the dark, a song
swings, its unctuous rhythm
marked by the spark and
glitter of stars, and we
find a lazy sway and
wind our sighs around the
crystal breath of falling dew--
these reveries, my nights and days,
reminding me of you.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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