here is the hour
caught right in the middle
betwixt twilight and dawn,
hanging by a moment.
and it says to the sun,
"good morning."
the garden is still sleeping,
save for the morning glories,
and they wink a hello.
there's a grey streak in the sky
where the clouds swam by
and it reminds me of that pastel painting
in your room, hibernating.
"good morning."
the moon looks weary
after another long night, hanging
over a vast land.
she checks her hourglass and
says to the sun,
"good night."
(c) 2004 mai kozai
silence is also music. {8:50 AM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.
