it's
a big
moon
in the window.
white
cold eye
between
the trees.
it fills
the blue
painted walls
with light.
not day,
not night, but
another realm
altgether.
a place
you don't mind
being
with her
in your arms,
asleep.
the trees
glistening
silver.
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