Woken from a deep slumber,
as if my name was spoken
aloud.
Only the spotlight of a honeyed full moon
sings across my shadowed walls.
Heart racing,
as through free falling,
plummeting off of a craggy cliff-face
and remembering
just now, that the safety net
was only a dream.
Painting by Tivadar Csontváry Kosztka, 'Full Moon over Taormina' c. 1901 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
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