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I saved the moon

…a poem by Sena Quashie

Tonight the moon dances with laziness; 
As well as beauty
On the cushions of many who dream. 
With its dull light like a distracted hand
It caresses the outlines of ourselves as we fall asleep.

On the satin back of the soft avalanches, 
Dying, she surrenders to the long swoon, 
And walks in our eyes, a white vision
Rising and settling like a flower blossoms

Resting on the horizon, in its idle languor, 
The moon lets slip a furtive tear, 
Which becomes enemy of sleep to a pious poet

In the hollow of my hand, I take that pale tear, 
The iridescent reflection like a fragment of opal, 
And put it in my heart away from the eyes of the sun.

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      Sena Quashie

      …a poem by Sena QuashieTonight the moon dances with laziness; As well as beautyOn the cushions of many who dream. With its dull light like a distracte
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