One Of Those Nights


When I am on the brink of sleep
Like a nomad trespassing the indigo night
This journey that takes me to a new morning.
When, in the fold of sleep, I hear
Birds sigh to the moon's lyre
As the glitter of nova floats
To the wind's ballad pealing the eventide
The amber of whispering breeze fades
To the hum of Cereus blooms..

In the calm of a turquoise night
Even as I sleep...
My quill lies awake
Writing the gentlest of dreams for me.

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