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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