Night swimming.
In this other world
Starfish bathe in honeyed moon.
Life lowers her ceaseless voice
Quiet in her nightly swoon
Aurora makes a kinder choice.
The wind whispers secrets
Into languid, round-bellied sails.
Murmuring warm and soothing.
Telling all those loved, familiar tales
Gently dreamt and smoothing.
By beautiful degrees
Before remorseless day dawns
A form has slipped into the sea
As the Ocean stirs and yawns
'She' is swimming at night with me.
Oh you kindest of Gods
She is swimming at night with me.
poem by Jack Lashbrook
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