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Tonight, beneath an empathic moon,

I let its silver cloak cradle me;

Like a lost spirit in suspended time,

Held between darkness and light.

I think of you with certainty,

As if love were an endless passage,

As if distance were only a breath

The night has yet to release.

I cast my hopes into a wishing well,

Dropping copper coins of memory;

Each clink whispers your name,

Each ripple returns you to me.

And if dreams open like doors tonight,

Find me where the afterglow lingers…

Two shadows leaning toward one light,

No longer apart, but under one heart.