From the North Shore

Across the harbour
lights of downtown city
    blinking
    into tardy sleep

i, at my window
seat for contemplation
by fantasy of beckoning pen
    reach out to you

a restless mood
in fellow-feeling
    with those transient rays
bright wands
    that play in squiggles on the water

so you, my dear, are present in my head
held luminous    or else
by turns extinguished

go to bed…? no, i linger
    chastened and sombre
whilst wavery beams
    leap from the darkened waterfront
to show
how naked under this evening sky
my hopes can fly
    or fall
both high and low


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