Moments

There were moments full of promise,

like the petal-scented rainfall of early spring,

when to hold you in my arms and to kiss your willing lips

seemed everything.

 

There are moments strangely empty

full of pale unearthly twilight—how the cold stars stare!—

when to be without you is a dark enchantment

the night and I share.

 

- Michael R. Burch

 

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