It is the smallest hours
Of the twilight morn
Which your face reappears
The visage hath gone
T'is then I recall
Like a moon lit wall
The essence of lightness
The pleasure of you
Your soft bliss
Your entrancing slow kiss
That the years did withhold
And you carried so boldly
Quiet you were
With the night we both stirred
Awake from our sleep
To carry within
Another generation of semblance
Reminding each other
How far doth the universe expel
Souls from each other
Allowing both to stay of this earth.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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