The sun spreads morning light filling the dark voids
Luminance bounces from the east reflecting from surface exposed
Into the open sash glazed refraction to his rooms
They wake together light and he, begrudging slumber last sleep
It drives last dark from furniture and fittings, cloth and structure
Revealing pattern, his neatly contained and lonely world
His eyes they open always east, morning invading from behind
Fitful sleep succumbs to days first words: “good morning”
To space divan, had space been filled be space divine
This place is neat, this half bed made, pillows fluffed, always there
It never moves for this mans slumber reveres this place his morning eyes
Seeking sadly his companion, his life’s partner, where does she lie?
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