1 Jan 2011

she returns to me at twilight’s break
when light is inhaled by the horizon
she returns to me tomorrow
and ever does that day slip into the future
she is a spirit that is near
a reality beyond my most earnest grasp
she is everywhere and nowhere
specifically, she is not here
while the heart in me is some kind of numb
stolen years ago, i forget why…
she returns to me, and too, i forget why…
like dawn, where light is exhaled
and somehow, night is as if it never were

posted by John H. Doe @ 1:54 am

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