The Blueing Hour~by Inga Harris

 

 

The Blueing Hour

i am unable to sleep
for the blueing hour
keeps waking me up to dream 
wrapping me in a satin ribbon of stars
as if rivers of a deep blue sea
flowing tranquil in lucid sheets
as the southern route keeps
me beneath the shadow of the moon
waiting to hear a call from You
waiting to hear my name

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