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Languid shadows of a pine forest night

Slipping singing tasting

The moon drip pool

Where darkness bathes in the

Tears of the gods

The silver steam 

Rising faceless 

And holy

Like some precious memory

You wish had stayed

Faint and faltering

Lies a little candle

Clutched in the stony

Grasp of the pool ledge

Left by some forgettfull ghost

Too scared to douse the flame

Knowing that it's absence

Would leave a bigger hole

Than the darkness