May 30, 2011

Best Time of the Day

His voice, like light during the night,
chirps with faultless smile and word.
As my head dead on my ancient pillow
wishes for slumber, his smile and word,
like a stone thrown into a pond,
causes ripples of delight in the brain
of my dead head. So soon, my voice,
like light during the night, I hear smile and word
with him. Then, our chirps churn
the light that surrounds us, which begins a
 melodious myriad of harmonies, and we
hold magic in our hands. I call for him so
soft, he hugs me bear, and then darkness takes its turn.

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