Rosewood

Gradual

I feel the power of you
The interstitial grey is the worst part
I want the luxury of darkness
Where it seems blasphemous
To greet the morning
You hang in the sky
Dull sparkles on the spoon on my kitchen side
Your energy thickly fills the space
Humid life, it clings
There's a joy somewhere
The shadow looks less severe
Clean staid peacefulness, I guess
Too old to be afraid anymore.

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