Forgotten morning

Whisper.

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Tell me through the sky’s glass eye

where you are tonight.

The empty stage before me

waits,

like its eager audience, and we say-

come.

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Let me see your jewelled puppets

wisp silently above the

distracting orchestra that I forget

is more than I want to believe.

Send me post, with stamps

that betray your dwelling place-

speak.

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I am tired of this translucent moonlight

making me the spotlight,

shattering my gifts to you

into a myriad of worthless

magic spells.

Perform to me with your

prolific messages woven in

harmonies of dancing stars, together-

sing.

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Bend down,

take me up in your colossal caring arms

that will hold me hot, cold

forever

through timeless fantasies

and battles,

past cowering dragons

armoured in iridescent liquid-light.

I wait.

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Watching no sunrise, sunset,

tempted by the living oceans

that offer a stairway to the stars.

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Tell me where you are,

whisper.

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Just a some thoughts that might help you think more about this poem -

A poem of longing and being lost, of waiting and wishing. Staring into the night’s empty sky ‘I’ want to hear from ‘you’. Time doesn’t pass; it is unnoticed at least – hence ‘forgotten morning’. Perhaps someone loved has died so ‘I’ look for ‘you’ in the sky – come back to me.