In the small hours

Just a figure of speech
there are after all
no big hours

Sometimes I wake
in these small hours
and you are far away

and I love you
from a distance

but as deeply as if
you were by my side
asleep in the beauty

of your dreams
and I were watching
the rise and fall

of your breast perhaps
hearing your heart
softly beating for me

John Lyons


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