the moon in my coffee the colour of cream
is rising a little incredible dream
im out on the terrace the evening is young
and trying to study the flares on the sun
the moon in my coffee the colour of gold
is iced with small crystals it's starting to snow
im starting to feel it for Heaven's sake
the heat isnt on in here
my mistake
was causing the terrace to ice over blue
a beautiful dream but Im glad it's not true.
mary angela douglas 9 december 2019
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