Patient dreams
Flickering lights
of scented candles,
Brought at last,
A shy smile
on your insentient face.
It's almost midnight.
Go to sleep,
Airs and grace.
Sleep tight,
You still can fight.
Waking up
to chase the glowing dawns,
Where dim these boring lights.
Shower and wash,
Wear a silky suit.
Have a snappy bite,
Drive to their bustling
selfish world.
And simply,
Wait.
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