The Falling of Stars
by Kim of Peace, Love and Patchouli
Into the night I move in restless sleep
moon filters in to whisper sweet words on dreaming ears
and I feel you beside me
four years gone, you still speak.
I rise and move through darkened halls
and slip beyond into the moon lit yard,
fireflies hover in jungle gardens
and I know you’ve come once more.
The streak moves through the midnight skies
and I reach out a hand to touch the memory…
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