The stars sung ... the song shone
I hear the chiming of the moon … think of you,
and see your future mem'ries in the thunder of falling leaves,
caught in wafting scent of sunlit quivering dew …
but mostly I forget to remember the touching of your dreams
and whispered silences that color my spirit's canvas,
which dance with fingertip kisses on loneliness.
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