Bright lights on Houston
Up, as always, far too late
Counter-intuitive this
You and I
Rationalist and artist
Who would have known?
Dark skies over the house
Waves loud out the window
A kind of blissful isolation
Perfect mornings
Days even
In your arms and in your orbit
If it is all a blaze of glory then this was a glory differed
A sublimation of self
A sense of stillness stemming from another
And now not knowing you
Not knowing you
Red skies in the morning
A sailor's warning
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