My night was hollow with echoes of
haunting memories,
Oh how they danced among the shadow
of light that seeped within the window pane,
Like tiny memories suspend in molecules
drifting and fleeting,
Like soft whispers that roared within my
Confucius state of mind,
Memories continued to dance and play
caught in the cobwebs of lifeless dreams,
My body weary, my mind spent, quivering
I hid behind the sheets,
In the morning I woke and the only flicker
left was a trip into a nighttime dream
Filled with memories of you.
Honorable mention
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