My creative muse and dear friend, Laura Farrell, snapped this photo. She sent it to me and inspired this poem.
Between Now and Waiting
Speak softly now, for the city sleeps
and soon it will be sunrise
where first drop of morning dew collects
on sparse-laid grass across your feet
and sails across the riverbed
to remind of night-touched secrets whispered over bridge-path.
Believe in our silence
for it keeps their souls asleep.
The sky blushes at our blinking eyes
as life bustles through our veins;
Wakes to find us wondering,
longing for the hour of emerging,
that unbroken time between 3 AM and daybreak,
just before the first stroke of red paints blue,
where our rooftops can sing
and long arms intertwine
over smoky river sighs
Speak softly now, for the city sleeps –
I’ll leave my light on for you.
EJZ 07.16.2015
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