The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
I blindly reach out Seeking across the darkness For your existence
Wafting on the breeze There comes the gentle scent of A lilac in bloom
beads of morning dew glisten on blades of grass like jewels in the dawn
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