Night is a pillow,
a quilt of stars
a songbird softly
singing nocturne
an exhalation,
glass of red wine
porch swing,
a sigh.
Slow romantic dance,
a meditation
a chalkboard for
the constellations
a hug,
a lullaby.
Night is
a sacred hymn.
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