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Name: To Horizon
I did see the night in the dark
and you felt helpless to my sight
as I drew you near my pane.
I fabricated my own moon
and the ‘real’ remained an adjective
in my thought book.
Would you act as a sleep
and make me miss?
I watched those twigs
in a drooping criss-cross, depart,
revealing the closed horizon —
in unity, waiting to open in eternity.
I knew, I would wake late,
and I was assured
I would not miss the dawn.