The first night?
A different night?
The last night?
The only night?
A different night?
And who would have thought
We could have flown so high,
Got so far; fragile bone frames
Wrapped in simple rags?
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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
