An old poem, 1995 or so, and some lights that are visiting now.
Interlude
Fireflies between the olive trees,
our own little Leonid off the balcony.
The moon in her shy interlude with night
stares at her own bright face in the sea.
Our children doze, faces slack and beautiful
sure that the moon and all lights
have danced for them this night.
This is our sliver of independence
this weary day-end sleep that holds
them silent and still as night deepens.
Come, we have so little time
before day draws them back
to the center of our universe.
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this weary day-end sleep that holds
them silent and still as night deepens.
Come, we have so little time
before day draws them back
to the center of our universe.
Gorgeous poem.
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Thanks, Mariah. <3
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