London Poem: Day 215

20 March

Last night,
As a steady pull tugged at this
Little ball, swirling,
You slept sound,
Dreaming of secret things and,
Places never spoken.
While you slept
The moon climbed above us,
But you didn’t know,
You didn’t hear the sound.
When I land down beside you
I let the day go, and
The night do what it wishes.
In sleep we find the world
As we left it in hope,
But in waking we find
More than one could ever dream.

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