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Then, you bade me farewell
And alone was I, I found.
Be it you entered some secret doorway?
Of this part I am at a loss.
I favoured I would not see you,
Ever or again to my mirth.
My feet disjointed,
Mine eyes cast down.
I wandered O’ so solitary through the crowd.
Haste I did not.
Nor speak a single sound.
Until across a balcony I did chance.
Atop a view of spacious perspective,
Of floors under and people growing smaller.
Where among the orchestra of chatter
Your voice lifted above the clatter.
And by and by, you edged toward me.
Our voices soon joining the symphony.
And O’ did your body mine ache to gather up.
We stood so close
We held each other up.
And when at last you took my trembling hand in yours tenderly
My heart did melt from the warmth in thee.
Touched was I to hear
Words not thrown but placed in mine ear.
For you to lay claim to patient surrender,
Give up the title as its defender.
How long we had wanted
For this moment to arrive.
With nothing between us
Lest the air to survive.
What atmosphere warrants such ease of breath.
Neither moon nor sun would resist this effortlessness.
That maketh mockery of perception,
And call into all some larger cause
From unseen forces sent.
Pray it must be so, for as to gaze on such beauty
Equalled in awe to the procession of bodies
Marching in majesty,
Across the map rolled over the heavenly canopy.
From whence thought turns to imagery.
So real as to simulate physicality.
That seems to live with all reality.
Leaving but impressions in thy memory.
A prologue of acts to follow.
A looking glass reflection tomorrow.
I know you are out there in my head.
Will I find you in my sleep?
In the broken memory of a dream?
Hanging in the atmosphere of a scene?
Trapped in the notes of an un-played theme?
Pray I hope before my eyes seen.
Until, this burning essence of you will remain.
And I, faithful, to my twin flame.