Fri, 07/05/2019 - 00:56 -- A Finch

I dream’t you on the pillow beside me

lips silent, only our eyes speaking.

Hands clasped, imaginations free.

As the night continued aging

Our souls grew more unruly

Till our love did bend its wing.

But when the sun arose, my bed was empty.

In silence I mourned knowing 

Last night would remain a noctiphany


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