The day is spent

The day is spent
The cosmic motor slows

I can feel her again
Ghost hidden from my eyes
somewhere in the crack
between this world and all else

I want to see her nocturne flesh
raven with glints of silver
as she undresses
Casting off the tattered grey
robes of the day

Just the possibility
of the appearance of stars
in her eyes
Has made this day
a divine suffering
The dreams I’d held
in naive hands
are gone

The day is spent

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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