16 September, 2011

Power out.

Stayed up 'til the lights came on,
The candles all shrunken to drips of wax,
Stars muffled behind smudges of cloud,
An imagined glow on the horizon,
Could hear the rumble of the surf,
Crashing of molten silver waves by moonlight,
To rouse something lost inside,
Bringing it drifting to the surface,
First, the caress of midnight-cooled breeze,
Then, the simmer of your touch,
Time softened in the haze of dark,
Memory fleeting as the shifting shadows.


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