Resting on the deck of an invisible boat,
Offer kind words of encouragement
Adding seconds to midnight
When dreams turn to film noir.
I fell asleep.
Then,
On a Sunday morning, bright blue and clear....
I awakened and wondered: where do I go from here?
The air remained still and all was the same
Then the twilight descended and the view turned a soft hue
And nothing mattered as I descended into the night
And the ghosts returned...
When once again I turned off the same soft light.
© Marjorie Levine, 2010, 2019
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