526. Shimmer

A figment’s weight is not so much
that moments feel it dragging so,
and yet when daylight’s at a pause,
not all the dark could mask its glow;

Such sound or scent, a briefest hug,
a passing minute of a younger day
would linger in sweet sleep’s reprieve
untethered to our waking ways.

Notes:
But somehow, I prefer the waking world and resist sleep each night…
T: 20

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