Beneath the Night

Stars wheeling,

Heaven-high,

Universe-slow.

Sun’s been blazing,

Birds been singing;

Life is ultimately useless,

Supposed wise men agree.

It can also be sublime;

There were no words to say,

We said them all,

She and I –

Two fools –

First hot, then

Comfortable warm,

Lying beneath

The night.

23/4/2012

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