Soft sunlight shakes the starlight sleep from my eyes,
Life breathed upon me last night.
The earth stalled in its orbit just for me last night,
The sun rises only for you this morning,
The earth moves only for us.
A flare of white hot passion dies a violent death,
is reborn an aching tenderness,
an ember glow in the dark night,
and rocks me gently, softly, slowly toward dawn . . .
But like the dawn emerging from an endless night comes the solemn knowledge that nothing is forever . . . love’s immortal guise is the root of its everlasting appeal – we all need a forever to cling to.
insquequo deinde
~93
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