That night he told me loved me

I woke up in a trance to see the sunrise.

I rushed down to the lake

to find a jet plane racing me

past the sleepy silver crescent.

I sat down near the lake,

we paused,

me, the silent ghost of mist above the water,

the clumsy toad in mid-air,

the water bird, in its slumber,

the silence,

the peace,

the hesitation-

before the day breaks out of its shell with a sigh!

What’s more beautiful than this moment of suspense,

this pause;

Before it breaks open, before its let out,

or even just before the sunrise.


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