you are the moon
casting bright shadows in my dreams
all the ringlets of your ecstasy
enchanting porcelain beams
wide eyed at the window
staring from the inside
i listen for the rising tides
to come eclipse this heart
who is basking in the memory
of golden days
dew soaked dawns
and smiles upon kisses
promises in tear
when i still had it so bad for you
but what will comfort me
when i find all our memories
are turned to dreams
like a quiet goodbye
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