greekpoet1

Even if the moon shines just a sliver of light in through your window, a shadow will ever appear beside your sweet face, beside your sleeping head, on your pillow. But if in slumber should a path of tears start from your closing eyelids, he may not cross, and must guard the long silent night beside you - so promise him - a promise from the heart - no tears, to trickle their slow way down, as does this time, tick slowly down, and he may cast himself - slight as a Nubian zephyr; caress of petals, upon your sleeping jewelled cheek; gentle as leaf-fall - until another new day dawns. One beautiful day closer to my dancingwithshadows

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