Why - am I there
Left to
interpret
Sifting out
dreams
Thinking of words
Calling our
names
Shaping our
worlds – imagining
His
thoughts of her,
Escapee, a
dreamer fencing out reality;
their bond
of love, revisited, restored,
thriving anew,
brought together to face the sand and the stones.
Shying away
from the sun, and furthest still from the moon,
The silent
star stretched its quiet progress, out and up, before and past the sunset and
the horizon.
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