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A Moonlit Waltz
by Rowan Blair Colver
Cutting through the cold like a lantern in the old days,
On a stick, but now there's two, me and you,
Me and the lunar watching sky clad saint of time,
Heaven's shadowy eye, unifies us in experience,
A visual independence to the stars.
Crowning, framing, bowing to the enamel in the ink.
Slicing on in windswept streets to get some things for me to eat,
You know the truth, the doors are locked, you watch me walk,
I did not stop to hear you. Be still, like the streetlight,
It waits with its junction and knows.
And these chimney stack worlds of cats and birds,
Window ledges and songs unheard from bedrooms,
And attic space randoms, like gramophones and music boxes,
Opened like presents from the wrappings of dust.
Happiness in bricks and papered walls,
And the chill tonight, it demonstrates,
In the moonlight reflected in the rooftop slates.
Rowan Blair Colver
by Rowan Blair Colver
Cutting through the cold like a lantern in the old days,
On a stick, but now there's two, me and you,
Me and the lunar watching sky clad saint of time,
Heaven's shadowy eye, unifies us in experience,
A visual independence to the stars.
Crowning, framing, bowing to the enamel in the ink.
Slicing on in windswept streets to get some things for me to eat,
You know the truth, the doors are locked, you watch me walk,
I did not stop to hear you. Be still, like the streetlight,
It waits with its junction and knows.
And these chimney stack worlds of cats and birds,
Window ledges and songs unheard from bedrooms,
And attic space randoms, like gramophones and music boxes,
Opened like presents from the wrappings of dust.
Happiness in bricks and papered walls,
And the chill tonight, it demonstrates,
In the moonlight reflected in the rooftop slates.
Rowan Blair Colver
