Night Shore
I want to believe only
geography separates us
that missing you
will bring results
seascapes nightscapes
mementos of light
rushing into black
night arcs full
this dream ages me
futile as an impulse
torn against the keening wind
tiny mirrors of sound
and the helix
in the palm of your hand
turning prismatic
we dream of moons
full amber light
and sky
core of opal
what is overlooked
passion before
thought an afterthought
how lovely you are
would a kiss mean the same
I dream you dream
of me at night, my love
mountains call your name
misty to the dawning
elegant sweep of light
your every gesture
the beginning
beginning over
as if these could break
the spell cast
without need of thunder
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