Lost light drifting from a fallen star
Surges ore' thoughts falling
Ripples through seas of passion
crystalline waves course
sliding down between broken dreams
two voyagers delve deep
screaming with one voice
at one time
in one place
together, at last
not knowing
not understanding
Fleeting is the moment
and passes
Then...lost light
(by S. Michael Downs)
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