Under the shade of a hundred branches

From under the shade of a hundred branches,
I wake up to the indigo of the night
With stars burning like lanterns,
in the cold far off sky,
Some distant worlds and distant villages,
Distant people and distant secrets,
The lone dog howls in the distance,
and I hear a truck tire shriek,
interrupting the steady chirping of crickets,
And my nostrils are filled with the magic
of your lingering trace in the air,
I can still feel the smooth touch
on my skin of your wispy hairs
in the cool mistral which rustles
the leaves of the trees,
carrying over the melody of your laughter
in this gentle summer breeze
whispering to me the secrets
of my eyes and of yours,
of all the stories and the lore,
that we talk about when we talk,
and laugh about when we laugh,
walking in the shade of a hundred branches,
thinking we never have time enough,
lighting fires in our heart as we stroll,
enveloped in the indigo of the night,
with stars burning like lanterns,
in the cold far off sky.

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