Here (for July)
I’m sitting,
here
in silence,
in shadows,
in the soft hush
the dusk
of early night,
the first
of stars
hanging
from whispering
trees,
thinking
dreaming
hearing
your voice
missing you
in whispers
the wind
leaves
in quietude’s
garden,
blossoming
in moonlight,
goodnight,
she sings
through the silence,
goodnight,
goodnight.
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