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Mora
The night is soundless
As I sit here by myself,
Waiting for nothing.
Are you asleep now?
Celestial bodies shine
As the sun's ghost fades.
There is a space here,
Within my peripheral,
And you are not there.
I breathe in deeply,
Thinking of your warm skin,
My mind wandering.
Seraphina
I lie here, quiet,
As the noise of the world sleeps.
My mind does not sleep.
To hear your soft voice,
And to feel your cool embrace,
Would be most welcome.
The trill of a crow,
Lingering in this still dusk,
Brings a hollow laugh.
They're not you, I know,
But maybe you can see me
Through their shining eyes.
Mora
Pink becomes lilac,
And lilac changes to black,
In smooth gradience.
The cold air feels slow.
I could leave, could fly elsewhere.
Why should I not, then?
I think of going,
To barely break the silence
Of this night with you.
Seraphina
I could nearly sleep.
Nearly, if not for the thought
Of everything else.
I am not a half,
But even that which is whole
Has space for sharing.
Runes and crickets sing
A chorus within the dark.
I hope you can hear.
Mora
I shed flesh, trading
My human form for feathers,
Restraint for freedom.
Five hundred crows fly,
Fading into the dark sky,
Thousand eyes aglow.
Perhaps it's in vain,
Perhaps you are breathing slow
And dreaming of light.
But then, perhaps not.
Perhaps you stare to the night,
As restless as I.
Seraphina
Many wings flutter,
Making ripples in the sky
Like rain on a lake.
I stand, walking out
And into the sea-like dark
To see you arrive.
Your face mirrors mine,
And mine mirrors yours in turn,
Eyes creased as we smile.
Years feel like they fall
From our tired, immortal selves.
We have each other.