Golden pen in hand
sitting down to write
She cradles the book within her arms
and invites the moonlight -
He reaches for her...
The words do not come quickly
though her heart begins to weep
Her pain is felt too deeply
these questions disturb her sleep
He touches her...
Dreams begin to take control
and her fingers write the prose
Emptying her deepest thoughts
to a place where no one goes -
He watches her...
Twisted into sadness
sleep defies her desire
Ripping out pages of history
She casts them into the fire -
he cries with her...
Moving to the window
hearing voices on the breeze
Ovewhelmed by that moonlight
She drops to her knees -
He prays with her...
Silent in the stillness
her eyes glistening a tear
Wrapping her arms around herself
she feels him near...
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