May Night
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Daniel Brick
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Already this night is a poem.
Heavy clouds overtake blue metaphors.
They convince the sky
its crystal heart must bleed.
Rain searches for its analogies.
Dark water
mixes with dark earth
and through the air
swirls their wet black smell.
Night looks at herself
in the black mirror
bordered by a million stars.
In a jade palace
the Princess of Night
watches her lover smile
in a cloud of stars.
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