I have been holding my breath
for a long time
exact heart drum beat
waiting for the first birdsong
signaling the end of night
This is halfway mark of winter night
there is no sound
clearing my own throat startles me
and all the unexplained shadows surface
to the top,
The full moon speckles the lawn
prickling quiet
I lie red burning eyed
knowing they are braver,
deeply sleeping in the next room
dreaming of Rosy in a rainbow garden
rose tinted sounds in their minds
I have only pins and needles in silence
waiting for the gentle tread of dawn.
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