Evenings dealing light aloft
Beyond our sight to stars so soft.
Fitting feelings 'tween the suns
Upon those dreams where passion runs.
Purple captured among the leaves,
Little lungs to hold the breeze.
Hanging deathly silent face,
Lifeless meadow, black in space.
Supernova, mystic steam
Upon the mind of those who dream.
Dawning drowning sleep with light.
One can keep what not in sight.
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