Bilocation

A chill troubles my gaze
A moon seemingly absent
As twilight remains quiet
I’m somewhat compelled
To glance out my window
As if expecting someone
Hearing intermediate drops
As they pitter-patter about
Quite aware you’re asleep
Where all castles are pink
Another time, another place
Yet, fully present in mine
I stop to think- to myself
How much fuller life seems
Since you’ve become present
And like odd lazy afternoons
I take fine pleasure dreaming
We’ll share a few of them...too.


Poet of the Light ©  2020

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