The Nacreous Oughts

02 April 2009


To watch the mists advance
with the moon full upon them
and their tops barely higher
than the slow moving trees

then to see them enfold
one, two, three streetlights
making them brighter
making everything shine now

as you drive the wide maze
that's different every time
is to know she's waking
and thinking of you


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