Tuesday, August 23, 2011

(77)

Sunlight on my face
Is warm upon my eyelids,
Casting black shadows

The books in their row
Sit on my shelf in silence—
Speaking without sounds

Orange and trembling
A leaf falls from a tree branch.
I put out the lamp

Darkness conceals you
The light consumed by absence.
Stars twinkle and fade

Moon in a blue sky.
Shadow of an owl poised
In the night’s brightness

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