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  • In the night I wake and lie
    Quiet, still
    The words come then
    Easy now with no ears to hear
    Whispered and lost again
    Just motes of dust
    Released and then lost in darkened corners

    This night is all the nights I lay awake
    Wondering
    Giving voice and rein to fear and doubt
    So easy with no border or boundary to contain them
    Freely now they roam and prey from the corners of the night

    The space between you and I,
    an agony without bridge
    a gap of a thousand miles or a handspan
    still a chasm across which I dare not reach
    I watch words fall away
    tumble down like leaves to drift and spin
    landing at last in night’s corners.


    Finally, when dawn is more than a promise,
    I step out into mist and the grey cloaked morning,
    still haunted,
    standing alone.
    Waiting
    for your smile,
    the sun’s kiss,
    to sweep clean, finally, night’s corners.
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