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Darkside of the moon
by Kenneth E. Martin
I think about where and when and then and now, I see your face through the haze and the fog, I call you name and hear it echo off the walls, it bounces and grows each time it passes, that sound so sweetly, it distantly replies. Each night I say three words that are hushed and low and sometimes thought lest they betray my lips and shout out in anguish. The night air is cool and cold this loneliness that fills the darkness is a returning friend, a constant companion where you should be. The price is high but worth the cost, to share a dream forever more. Where shadows lurk beyond a fingers reach, they play with form and time, those wizards of the night. Where starlight shines and memories return, at peace I lay each night with you.
I arise and they are gone and with them a bit of me, it is the price I pay to dream the dream. Time it does not be kind to those in here; it chains the wall and twists the mind. To think of things where the shadows walk. So each day I breathe the air and fill my lungs, to have another night for sleep. For in here there are no bounds, things can be as they should, I hold your hand and feel it’s beat until first light and I peak..
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