I like to watch you sleep,
but in the summertime
I only allow myself a moment's indulgence.
The cool, dewy air of early morning
is a fleeting thing,
and I must seize it.
hanging between my mind
and the difficult questions to answer,
the difficult problems to ponder,
the difficult realities of all the other hours of the day.
My mind awash in grey, transparent light,
under the sunless sky.
Empty.
I work, quietly,
and I don't think about the light spilling in.
It is a sweet, ephemeral treasure,
that bleak and perfect landscape...
like watching you sleep.
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