The night speaks in a chorus of stars, silences traveling light years

Of love and longing in distances, of a dark piercing amorousness

In the overarching shadows of dark; seeking an inquest for those extinguished flames

 

Living in my dreams, for the night may not end soon;

 Bonding of dreams and this night, awestruck in eternal embrace

The cactus bore flowers, the flower a thorn;

Drought bore a harvest when rains failed to moist.

~S~

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