Boundless moonlight washes over the sharp,
cold caress of the lapping tide, a mirror
into the soul, as her shining eyes ripple
on the surface, glowing candles in the dark
that cut through the shadow and strike me
like a dagger sliding gracefully into my
thoughts to burn the memory into my vision
hanuting me as I dream. Words that freeze
on her toungue and shatter in the still air,
leaving her warmth on the breeze, that
comforting embrace of presence that fills me,
as I see her walk away into the crowd
and her soft, quiet footfalls echo a name
that I do not know, and cannot hear.
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