I will rise before the sun bats her heavy lashes
whilst the moon is in her final throes
and gaze through glass distortions.
Perhaps my eyes will meet a vixen
and we’ll both pretend the silence doesn’t burn,
for what a gift to be alive alone
before the hive begins to buzz once more
and worries stretch sleep from seasoned muscles.
Callum McLaughlin
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Wonderful. Personally, this brings to mind my frequent bouts of insomnia and reminds me of those precious moments when the world runs at a different pace. I love the whimsical feel to this one, and also the sense of a calm before the storm 😀
Indeed, it was during my own lack of sleep that this was written so it’s good to know someone can relate 🙂 Thanks, Mel.