Night Garden
I should be sleeping
but the late hour is like a flower
unfurling and revealing
thoughts obscured and blurred
by the blinding sunshine
and the bustle of the day
sending them
scattering like seeds
over a fertile field
to sprout under the stars
burrowing their tangled roots
into my restless brain
By now you’ve awakened
perhaps gone for a run in the park
before breakfast
musing on another morning
in your big and bright world
While here in my much smaller space
but for the moon’s platinum glow
over the garden outside my window
all is still dark
and I should be sleeping
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