07 August 2011

the last moment

before I go to bed tonight
and all my secrets fear the light
where but twice you used to occupy the day
the mirror reflects my recent dismay

 a shadow around the sacred ground
leads closer to the lost than found
and butterfly wings beat a meloncholy scene
that vanishes when I begin to sleep

only a flicker of my memory
will you be there to keep me company?
or will I fend for myself this night
wishing  for you with all my might?

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