It was perhaps the darkest dawn last year.
High above the terrace, the effulgent half-moon
Was a diamond ear-stud on an unseen face.
Fainter and far apart, the evening star
Was arching to its western exit, alone.
The crescent moon on the dark sea-sky
Roused a sense of being in-between
Lunar dawn and solar orbiting, light and dark;
And softened shadows seeping through the trees.
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