Starry Night



  under a star filled night
  I heard a whisper in my ear
  the moon was a sliver of pale yellow
  and I felt a warm breeze comb through my hair

 it was somewhere between dawn and sleep
 that I understood what you tried to say
 I fell back and enjoyed
 how the breath from the trees tickled me
 I wondered if everyone who stood and gazed
 saw what I had seen at the same time and in the same way

Maybe I'm just crazy
or perhaps deeper than I should

 

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