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the indigo night
(Inspired by 'Indigo Night' by Thomas W Case) A thousand thousand stars pierce the indigo night, but no moon mars the canvas, or lightens velvet strokes. Half-hearted waves slap at shoreline rocks, like tepid applause. If the sky is darkest blue, the ocean is a still-darker green. The harbor suggests a freedom, outside the breakwater as if the choppy ocean were a highway to the sky. Tomorrow's deadlines fade, in the face of infinities. The harbor is quiet, like a restless animal that's sleeping. No skiffs tack for the harbor's mouth, no fishermen juggle lines. The sea is a jagged, broken and twinkling mirror for the stars. A thousand thousand dreams will be launched, this deep indigo tonight, some will store, in memory's hold, others will be lost, like shipwrecks. No line divides where sky and water fold, where endless deeps meet. Time's arrow seems stilled by the cold and the gentle darkness. But dawn will come, soon enough, and with that blush, cares ignite, duties' call, and the stars will hide their light in greater glares. For now, we'll walk the shoreline, our small voices like seagull calls, enjoying celestial light, the indigo night, out beyond all earthly cares.
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