Midnight Clarity Poems

one tear can hold
a universe,
can speak for hours
in the timeless moment
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Wind whips the morning glory
to disorder, purple throats mute
the flutes and bells discordant
all shredded by the touch
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Ice in the sky spreads silver,
a light that gives no colour,
a flutter over skin that starts to quiver
in the multishadowed darkness
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The city slid around me
like a skin
warm, familiar,
home.
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Night wraps chilly fingers
round my neck as I lean
to see the moonlight
disappear, someone else’s
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Going, going, gone.
The moon I mean,
not you. I left you
so long ago your face
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Wind rippled just the surface of the grass
a gentle movement to open eyes
shut down by business, turned so far
forward to the goals that others
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Words drip
soft and sensual,
tones of velvet
brown like coffee,
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The world is grey
by moonlight
soft and subtle shadings
smooth the edges
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Lonely is a taste
at the back of the throat
where tears collect
and die as pride
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