Lurking shadows in the dark.
Under ash they ignite a spark.

A spark so strong, of a memory long
How much before the spark turns flare

Under starry skies with open arms.
Lonely paths where silence swarms

Empty skies, passing by.
Memories past, held so fast.

Close to heart held our dreams.
In distances her silence screams

Dark evening, lighted hearts.
Faraway a flare beckons.

~S~

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