Kevin Eaglesfield - Dell In The Dark

Between owl and sparrow time,
But you couldn't wait.
Nothing moves except us and our shadows
In our hushed and private bubble,
Like we're in a shaker that God could play with
And peer into while the stars fall.
But that was before and gone,
And night-day can take it
When black is fresh and soft;
Out of our heads with our smoky breath,
And just as disappearing.
A memory a street,
A doubt a corner,
And a possibility one of those stuck-fast stars.
Pick one for me, Dell,
There are thousands.

Kevin Eaglesfield

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