lei fraser

the day draws itself against the wall
in long shadows, a reluctant warrior
and blade against the coming night
why this? My mind wrestles against it
each has its own beauty, peace, completeness
not alone, of course, but because of the other…
perhaps the shadows are the reminder
shifting along the terrace
the ribbon to join the day and night
and when the day rests in the arms of the night
the shadows rest with her
until the morning draws them both up again
the day taking her lover’s memory with her,
to walk each hour each minute each second
with her while awake
just as the night has the moon
to reflect his lover’s face.
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