I or we were alone in early morning silence.
We is plural of self, quiet voice lingering
After rising, dream visitor, who gradually
Disappears with daily routine, checking
Phone, taking pills, recognizing familiar
Face in misty morning mirror. “It’s cool
Outside, open window,” offered as if she
Night wandered, spinning dreams in my
Sleep. “Lavender light,” she whispered.
First dawning colours, nature’s pastel
Painter’s palette, she wanted me to see.
“Where I live, cannot stay,” silken threads
Melodic refrains, æther dissolved. In
Silence, I collapsed on bed edge, only
Me, complexities of broad daylight.
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