goodnight my sweet song
it was heaven to sit so near
your beauty and your grace
as the tunes were played
and the sacred praises recited
and offered to the distant gods
but your voice was the psalm
that i listened for and heard
rising and falling, as the sea, as
a wind that comes at
some far away song in the forest
that tells me a tale of longing
and awakens me with a dream
of strategies and desires
and paw prints in black
left on my windowsill
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