She was like the Moon,
a rare distant beauty,
a magic - never far from my thoughts
and when she remains
an adoration of night lingers thru the day
in a lighter shade she does not pale
so many threads of my life
gather in this scene, when silent beams
connect the seams that wrapped me whole
a woman who touched me
in an indelible way--and I stay
in a moment -not just to keep a dream-
but to breathe-in the rarest air -- of love
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