the soft day
withdraws
from the stage
retiring but
not shy
she makes
her way gentle
and in layers
of soft silky
swaddling clouds
and I, brief burst
upon the face
of quiet night
shine fierce in
my sharp longing.
the soft day
withdraws
from the stage
retiring but
not shy
she makes
her way gentle
and in layers
of soft silky
swaddling clouds
and I, brief burst
upon the face
of quiet night
shine fierce in
my sharp longing.