A stranger passing with slide of hand
Lingers upon my eyes stealing my heart
Yet somehow I miss nothing
But the touch of my plunderer’s palm
I reminisce in the twilight of the terrace
The memory of my confidence
Slips below these thoughts of romance
Like a tragedy leaving numbness and fatigue
Sleep knocks and is turned away
The mind so unkind works through the night
To breathe and think
And think to sleep
Become her world
Stars upon my pillow
I float off
Whisper to myself of love
Dream of her touch
And with a motion of her eyes
I am tossed to the sea
Pleasantly
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