Well Past Midnight

It’s well past midnight
Laying on my side
I listen to the exhale of my man
In his sleep
And the wind cascading from the heavens
They both whistle breaths
Exchanging harmonies
As he exhales the trees rustle
And as the world inhales
His chest bows out

It’s well passed midnight
Laying on my side
I hear the conversation between man and earth
A song, a private primeval song
Far beyond my understanding
Yet not beyond my sight

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