Dear, the night’s long gone, the moon’s 

A refugee, the sun’s about

These many hours to come. 

Yet we’re together almost-doors

Thrown open – almost I may hear

Your breathing, you (not quite) my scribbling

And that’s unusual; day’s start and end

Are when we meet – how happy I

To see your radiance in the day’s.

The day shines and your eyes shine and these lights

Combine to show the planet at its best. 

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