We lay asleep protected by the shroud of night The prelude to a frenzied life That precedes life’s frantic race To each new day.
It was quiet there
And we felt
We could race each other
To the moon.
And as we slept,
Protected by the shroud of night
There in the east
A hand-held knife
Appeared.
And stabbed through the belly of the sky
A jagged gash
Which bled the stain of dawn.
And all at once
You had gone.
Another star in life’s continuous parade. Or just another cruel charade? Either way, real or imagined–­It was bittersweet.

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