the bones have yet to be lifted
the sheets still wrap the body
dawn’s pathway into life-light
still three hours away
3 a.m
and the night and its mystery
hover around the sealed cave entrance
like dark wings at prayer
motionless in their silence
but the sky is filled with moonlight
a pink supermoon floats there
holding watch over the sleeping city
holding watch over the cold earth
lifting the surging sea
awoken and ever-moving
- Patrick Singing Sky
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