Tender shadows keep vigil in the blue-stained dark as minutes seep into hours
no moon companion even the birds sleep wings tucked neatly waiting for hint of light to grace a morning sky before singing the praises of a day unfolding
in the hush hours between here and now lies what was
thoughts drift-- aimless travelers meandering through recollection forests
in a sudden gust of recall a memory tree sways and a memory breaks free falling in the inky dark into hands gently cupped
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