The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Lessons from the past Harbingers of the future We choose to ignore
Lost in the moment The rise and fall of your breast As you fall asleep
The springtime wetland Chorus comes alive at dusk As the peep frogs sing
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