November Night


November night old familiar friend

Let’s sit and be old friends again


Gaze at your stars till eyes grow weary

Sit and watch your thin clouds clearing


Again you’ve hung your humid coat on the hook of crescent moon

Still it hangs between intermittent soft breeze awakening, stirring


I enjoy our thoughts which pass unspoken of today, tomorrow, morning

Just to sit here, be here, breathe your soft night’s story


Unspoken air, warm yet cool, still yet moving slight

Breathe on me your quiet quilt of Queensland November night


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