A Poem by Lydia Melville: Night Time

Even at a distance

hearts beat in time to the moon

 

Even when the raging storm

beats against chests of buildings

 

Tall in the twilight

there is still the small chance

 

That it might be alright

to dwindle into the unknown

 

Sober and cold

easing pain with bold relief

 

The simple power

to be alive and together

 

However large the dream.

 

Night time

Illustration by Isabel Kilborn

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