Midnight to Sunrise
Midnight to Sunrise friend-ship stories
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The baby crying filled the moonlit house. A responding crack of the wood below offered no solace.

Midnight to Sunrise

The baby crying filled the moonlit house.

A responding crack of the wood below offered no solace.

The leaves of the aspens danced in solidarity, as a crowd,

shards of silver fish.

Restless sleep,

hair flung out draping the white couch;

a curtain closing the play.

As quickly as heavy eyelids succumbed to the weight of sleep,

they opened to wildflowers in a mountain meadow not yet warm from the sun's rise.

And we say before an endless green of sleeping mountains.

You talked to outrun the creeping silence of contentment.

I was already caught.

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