And through clouds
moonlight lightens,
dark waters reflect reminiscence
of beauty,
old responses
that awaken.
Remembering
their illusive promise,
they show, for an instant,
your smile
and how it descends
from the corners
of your mouth.
The clouds move,
hiding the light.
And recollection
becomes a vision.
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