Books, candles, photos
A statue and glass dangling moons
Project the night
And the glow of darkness
On the wall that's my stage,
My skyline of knowledge and dreams.
Outside she waits
True as the cold,
Next door she sleeps
Real as a vision.
Suddenly I see how they perfectly merge:
the twinkle of flying, the kick of life.
As my eyes grow heavier with sleep
I feel that much closer to beauty.
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