Last Lea
Last hours
before midnight,
outside
it’s pouring
with evening rain,
the city streets
swept empty
with silence
and reflections,
everything
drawn within
shadows,
puddles
of life,
through
this window pane
And so
to look further
through my own,
my reflection,
across rooftops
and trees,
up high,
to what is hidden
behind clouds
of a falling
windswept
December sky,
I’m wishing you
rest
across the miles
with your smile,
your laughter
and voice,
to gladden
and dispel
the dark
of any night,
to color
my dreams,
lift these wings
with dawn
and morning
above,
and beyond,
awakening
my eyes,
to the opening
west
and light.
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