By the last hour of the night,
time passes swiftly towards the first golden light…
The full moon stands pale and lovely in a starless canvas,
its edges a silver bright.
The quiet unsettles silent sparks…
Time flows on ever so slowly by this lovely hour…
Liquid gaps, touched… collapse…
The last moonlit hour stands guard…
I remain but a tear drop in the folds of your memory….
time passes swiftly towards the first golden light…
The full moon stands pale and lovely in a starless canvas,
its edges a silver bright.
The quiet unsettles silent sparks…
Time flows on ever so slowly by this lovely hour…
Liquid gaps, touched… collapse…
The last moonlit hour stands guard…
I remain but a tear drop in the folds of your memory….
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