Monday, 2 December 2013


Ethereal phosphorescence in the ether
of a blanket beneath the stars.
Sparks waltz from the glowing flames
pedalled from choruses and cars.
And as the day's dimuendo is forgotten,
the bled-out sun as distant as my gaze
I match my black pupils to the white moon,
wide and wonderful in my contented daze.

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