The last lingering hour before
bed, stars become twinkle
lights, a gentle wind dances
through the darkened leaves,
and you check the doors,
put the house to sleep,
one room and then the next,
until you reach me, one candle
left to extinguish, one last kiss,
and we fall into dreams until
morning.
—C.L. Fisher, April 2021
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