Interlude
from THE GARDEN SONNETS
by Daniel Brick
I am watchful through the night
hours of solitude so different from
the solitary day. Bright day ignores ne
as he pursues his glory across the sky.
Night is my dear companion. She nestles
against my shoulder as I gaze upon her
serene face. Sometimes she pretends to sleep,
so I can close my eyes and sink into
her boundlessness….
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