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THE “ATHA” NOCTURNE

And now, Behold

Beneath my hand my heart beats

The Tor echoes the drum

The moon shines her golden light down upon me

I watch

And Venus watches back.

 

Who looks, who listens?

Who speaks the sounds in my head?

Golden is the silence.

Take me to that still space

Inside, outside,

Which is which?

 

Through circles in the mind

The Satellite lights round and round.

And now, be still and know that I am

The moon waits.

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