she can see now, but dimly,
like a road lit only by the pale light
of the evening moon.
for a brief, fleeting moment,
she held fire in her arms,
was filled with electric-passion.
she retreated. to safety. to familiarity.
she retreated to her life that was,
sure that a brilliant morning sun
would reveal what she desired most;
love.
like a road lit only by the pale light
of the evening moon.
for a brief, fleeting moment,
she held fire in her arms,
was filled with electric-passion.
she retreated. to safety. to familiarity.
she retreated to her life that was,
sure that a brilliant morning sun
would reveal what she desired most;
love.
she can see now, but dimly.
there is no warmth from the moon's radiance.
it is only a shadowy reflection of what morning
could have brought.


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