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She is my secret Dusk has fallen, leaving her silhouettes against a canvas
of crimson heaven. She seduces my senses and lingers on the gentle zephyr
for what seems like an eternity. The shadows return from their elusive
retreat, and once again they shroud my wake and protect the mystery
that I have grown to love. I am going somewhere, yet my flesh remains
still. My destination rivals the secret that has stolen my heart and
senses. Paths are clear, veiled only by the masks of daydreams and the
longing for her return. She was once a fragment of my most secret thoughts,
an innocent participant in the most vivid of my dreams. Now, as the
cloak of dusk deceives my sight, I know that he was a reality all along,
a constant shadow in the crevices of my darkest corners. Tonight, Heaven
smiles with his cruel brightness, and I can only hope that God hears
my plead before she does. I still feel her curls wrapped about my fingers,
and I clutch the nothingness that has stolen their place. My senses
are filled again, and I remember... The gentle zephyr returns from oblivion
and caresses the skin that cloaks my soul. She dwells there as well;
I feel reality carving her name upon my heart. Distance dissolves amidst
dreams of love and pellucidity... The miles between Heaven and Earth
could be no fewer than they are tonight. |