Tuesday, 3 March 2015


Would that you could sleep
Like the new moon snuggled
Beneath it's shadow duvet.

Would that you woke
In the morning with your face
Beaming full
Bright and content.

You run in phases
Just as we all have
Our own rhythms and cycles.

But would that you could
Give us quarter and the
Crescent sliver of a chance
To recover.

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