It was an ordinary sunset
burning waves of fading sunlight
into the memory of my night
I had not expected to find her
...here
of all places
but she materialized in letters
one by one
coalescing
like the notes
of a long forgotten melody
softly into verse
In the vespertine hours,
which blossom into darkest night,
there is a hidden light just beyond
the paling edges
which grows heavy with delight
and spills over into
the landscape of dreams...
come follow me there.
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It was an ordinary sunset
burning waves of fading sunlight
into the memory of my night
I had not expected to find her
...here
of all places
but she materialized in letters
one by one
coalescing
like the notes
of a long forgotten melody
...