the light is just right
and the silver spun shadow
of the moon chases its tail
around a night that
stole memories of me
from the half filled
chalice of your heart
and through the fog
your lighthouse eyes
find mine
and discontinue the search
for others lost in the
flood of your beauty
we touch
and a universe is created
we part and stars fall
like fiery tears
rather than witness
this tragedy
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