Dream stalker

Four am, sky alight
red fingers of sun’s stretch.
dawn chorus hurdy gurdy.

I dream of foreign lands,
stranger’s hands that lack
a pathway back, to you.

Across London you sleep
untouched by brain twisting,
that indelible imprint of us

etched on the filigree of time
our recurring regurgitated rhyme
with no hope of erasure .

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