Deeper than the Night

There are moments in a life

or in a year or in a day

when thought recesses,

coalesces – nestles soft into

half-sleep within the faint

light of an inner sight:

as luminous as day looks

in a dream but deeper

than the night. Though

it may sigh like a cessation,

it is more a germination:

breath just brushing death –

gently, like a breeze invoking

Spring in February freeze.






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