When last we meet (The eclipse)


I sleep late
most nights
hoping you and I
could be


ensconced in my bed
we will tell stories
about us
how we used to be
who we were
before we met

about the journey
the road long traveled
to each other


I often wonder
what’s taking you so long
you’ve forgotten I’m waiting,
where you are
where you’ll be

When will you come
for me

Is it ever too late for what we wish it ought to be

the days move on
the sun extols a burning soliloquy

it’s the moon that gives it rest
as the stars echo the whispers of the dark,
the sun wants not to hear

shine bright, shine bright when you awake!

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