Within Touching distance

A new season,
a new light,
an old friend welcomes me back,
shinning moon creeps in behind heavy blinds,
candles burn brightly on the edge of Town,
the distance of City’s street illuminates,
cascades of love mirror the heart,
next to the poem of Eastern Prayer,
the world spins slowly on its axis,
lantern’s leak light on the face of time,
staring into solitude,
reflecting from green birds chest,
before stone hearths
warmth radiates from smouldering embers.

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