Mellow Grows The Night
Grows the night when breath lays quietly
On obscure places fluid as winds,
Where clouds of rest become a hammock
Lulling my frayed veins with lemon tea.
Eve mellows allowing surrender
|ts hypnotic intoxication
The exchange of matter and being--
For across the distance ...grows the night.
~cl
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