Micropoetry 4-20-2020

woken from sleep
to an empty night
silent and dark
beyond the windowpanes

petals fallen
as they float atop a pond
in a pleasure
meant only for the eyes

carried back
by tidal forces
as I swim away

in the hidden land
she walks among the shadows
where light can move in mirrors
and she sees what she wants to see

I shall travel home
amid the wildflowers
that hold the scent
of what I left behind

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