Murmurs In the Night
Even though we have already heard your last murmur.
It is not until tonight that we will truly be stricken.
We would ask for your unmedicated spirit-
To pounce on us at night.
And dance on us as if you are in a meadow of your choosing.
Waking us with not a start-
But the compulsion to look up a photo of you.
So that starlit tears cover our faces.
Even though we have already heard your last murmur.
It is not until tomorrow-
That the sunrise turns you eternal.
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