Trees sway, the night sings
Mullions divide a saffron glow
Casting shadows, the bars of my asylum materialize
Stretch across the floor
I would not escape, tell me to go
Candles flicker, I
Heartbeats measure intermittent rhythm
The music of our time takes form, takes flight
Reaching out to you
losing myself again, I would taste love again
Glasses clink, jazz fills the background
Sophia (la Bella donna) marks the moments
Our healing and you’re leaving is taking hold
A last kiss goodbye
My devotion, my salient silent suffrage, worthless to all but me.
I am caught in moments to surreal to be real
I am trapped by a love which may wane or abate
But from which I can not escape
“Stand still in the mine field, accept your fate”
The moments were the treasure
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