An Almost Quiet Night

It’s an almost
quiet night
faint stars quiver
pulse and
whisper an
ecstatic dance
of light.

She’s an almost
silent moon
cloud face open
silk veil broken
drawn across
her rocky ruin.

Not quite seen
the cast of night
a face of light
a naked flame.

Not quite heard
the beat of stars
the drum of sun
ungentle games.

She’s an almost
naked moon
her song broken
scratched unspoken
seen unseen
she takes her flight.

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