This Febuary has brought strange, warm, foggy weather. This evening, a wind blew in the door that sent shivers down my spine.
Close your eyes and smell the wind,
in the dark the stars descend.
The flattened clouds go racing by,
on the shadowed, navy-sky.
And the mellow, yellow, moon,
...is an unblinking eye
It's almost real tonight,
I can taste the sigh.
Standing on the brink at last,
looking through the flowing glass.
One day, the whisper will be a Shout!
sudden, without warning.
First star on the right and
Straight on till morning.
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