The bewitching hour has come and gone
night has settled in, the death of day
the quiet wee hours so indusive
to illustrious, glittering thoughts
thoughts of you, thoughts of me
apart, yet together
my dreams, desires travel the senseless space
separating our souls
i search through the night,
guided only by weary signposts
marking endless miles of time till we meet
do we?
are we only one when together
is there a stardust glue
that unites us
when we gaze at the same moon?
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