Feverish with night's sleep;
Gliding into intimacy deep .
we talk until dawn at four.
Yearning for such moments more.
Musing about past yearnings
Imaginations from a different eon
Recounting the times long gone
Blessed to be waking up, not alone.
Early birds begin to warble
Eastern lights light up the East.
The songs we forget to sing so oft.
Are often the ones we long for.
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