Friday, 12. January 2007
After hours
After the sun had become a memory,
An apparition glanced at briefly
Between surfacing in the dark to dive into
The murk of work, and re-entering back again into
Sleep's allocated hours,
When I emerge into this dusk In its dainty dress of rose, I scrabble for veined sunstones lining its hem.
My Poems
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