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You remember that night,
under the blanket of stars,
when you were at the window,
among simple shadows,
with no dreams to tuck you in
no sweet sentinels,
no hugs to shelter you,
without visible whispers.
The breeze caressed,
an icy sigh,
while time
danced in deep silence,
your eyes, two stars,
laden with the beloved,
gazed into infinity,
searching for a second.
I held out my fantasy to you
like a distant lighthouse,
and poetry in my hands,
a golden refuge,
chained words,
like a human embrace,
and you hold it tightly,
with your soul by your side.