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a glimmer of dreams from drops of the moon. Twilight memories of lovers in love, joined together in indulgent commune. I stroke the strand and lovingly recall how your fingers would coil through my hair, whisper-soft touches that made my toes curl, exposing my soul and laying me bare. Stars sprinkled over the salient hush, and the waves dreamily rolled into shore. With my head resting against your shoulder, I prayed that it would last forevermore. You thoughtfully wrapped your arm around me and pulled me into your snug body bow. I quiescently sighed and tuckered in and basked in the warmth of the honey glow. And glory of all! You said you loved me and then gently kissed the top of my head. My heart crumbled and dissolved into tears, revealing more than my words could have said. Then came the war and the battles in sand, and you embarked with the rest of the Corps. My heart went with you as you sailed away and left me weeping on a rainy shore. Months rolled by like a tattered flag unfurled, with frayed edges and threadbare pointed stars. Then came the letter, my dreams in a bag, and the slow parade of black-tinted cars. I close my eyes and remember it all, love and joy, the emptiness and the loss. This circle of pearls is all I have left, my tears, and the grace that comes from the cross. My heart crumbles and dissolves into tears, revealing more than my words could have said. What point are words when all my dreams are lost, buried under in the hands of the dead? These pearls – little orbs of shimmering birth, a glimmer of dreams from drops of the moon. Twilight memories of lovers in love, joined together in skeletal commune. 
a pitch-black stain that bleeds to shore. Wind is whispering at my back, while the moon is shining before. It’s so tranquil and peaceful here when there is no one to be found. The memories bring me to tear, and I lay down upon the ground. I stare at the night sky above and weep for the one that I’ve lost. There is no joy in feeling love, too much to pay, too high the cost. And what should I be thankful for? How to believe in God above? Is their solace in winning war when you lose the one that you love? Damn the desert sands to despair! His blood is crying out to me. My love – the dark night of his hair – is now silent, eternally. Unhappiness consumes my soul. Without him there can be no me; and I drink tears from sorrow’s bowl and cast first stones into the sea. Oceanic reverie gloom – blacker than black becomes the night. Wet with melancholic perfume, I close my eyes, turn out the light. My soul is a fragile flower, drifting on tears that drown at sea, and my hopes fall like a shower. His blood is crying out to me.  a white tunnel for me in the dark. Those moments when I touched you, and my life stopped. Now gone. I love the dark for its lucidity, the dollop of damnation blown away on dandelions, while starlit dreams move like silk upon the waves, trembling like butterflies. I love you like a blinded bird, soaring in a sky that no longer exists, wounding my wings on wayward winds, my feathers burned upon the cheek of the sun. You are gone - unaware - ashes to ashes. Kiss my eyelids in the falling rain! Passion pressed its seal into my heart, wounding me, wounding you - it bleeds. Mist drops like a veil, like fog, building pale walls around my heart. How can I live with this endless emotion, licking the wind and tasting your lips? The darkness swallows my face like the earth swallowed your body. Infinitely reflective, the ocean glass captures the moon in water. I put its cup to my mouth and drink - licking the rim of the foam of dreams. Yes! I love the dark - its ladder - where I can climb to heights unknown. The moon slits the sky like lightning. On the ship of dreams, we unite. Love never dies in the night - it lives! It lives in the memories that bear your name.
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