Noises in the dark

~

before the birdsong at

3am the night air is cool

and hangs as if suspended, 

waiting patiently, stored

in a frigid vacuum

prescient, expectant, 

then my ear catches the 

rhythmic melody of your 

timid dream breathing, 

half waves lapping a shore 

half a distant breeze that

mesmerizes palm trees

and I imagine warmth,

the darkness is hostile

an erstwhile witness to

beings that wake before 

the overture of dawn, 

fair prey to the daemons

that lurk in the shadows

so I feign sleep to trick the

solemnity of the departing

night, content in the

subterfuge of my wilful deceit

listening to the ‘chisk’ of

breaking waves and the

balmy shiver of palm trees

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© GRS 6/24