Monday 28 February 2011

Nocturnal

i rarely see the day.
i'm usually alive
when the stars
are dancing around
the navy blue sky.

what's the sun like?
i've heard stories
of bright orange
of pure white clouds
through light blue skies.

i watch the moon
with altered shapes
of crescents and circles
and dim lamp posts
orange, just like the sun, i've heard.

the only noise
that disturbs the night
are the waves lapping
against the sand
under the moon's presence

so when you say good morning
i say goodnight.

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