Consumed by the dark,
Dotted with innocence,
Captured by first night starts,
Slowly becomes still,
Black pools where eyes first lingered,
Catching the dying light,
By day returned and illuminate,
Still pulse flowing,
Giving path to his untold,
Piece by piece, story told,
His sandman, puppet master,
Darting in his ever glowing eyes,
Hush, Hush,
In a place of oneness,
Unaware of patient,
Holding cresting hand,
Flickering light, given to me,
In a single circle,
Both represented by our
Effortless,
Breathing night time air,
Subtle breeze between us,
One last kiss,
Before the swells of the morn,
Retired being, last sensation,
Evaporated last jewels,
Of his black pools.














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