silver light beneath an ancient grace
burning through us so eagerly and softly
tender features affixed in place
stretched across miles of fate
gentle hands caress through time
falter not or raise the shroud of dusk
this bed of lights forever shine
pressed close between the lines
drenched alive in sacred oaths
kissed in strange circles beneath the sky
murder whines for the chance at us both
knowing this will never die
2007-03-06
08:42:57
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