Only murmurations shading

Myriad pointillisions fading

Upon the setting sun

 

Only congregations racing

Aerial interchanges facing

Towards a hidden line

 

Silence, cloaked in black, returns

And dreams of sound-proofed rooms

How the moon must spread her wings

To reach the Dawn in time

 

Only photon rivers rippling

Dying daylight slowly trickling

Across the Master’s cheek

 

Such visual songs that lull the Dusk to sleep

 

 

 

Written whilst listening to Rene Aubry’s song “Demi Lune” –

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