empty waiting for the one.
Such mysterious laughter
from a deep lit core.
Plums and accolades
the curved path
of many curving visitations.
Gems and embers
carved out of a frozen waterfall.
My pillow is filled
with the songbirds
of many fallen times.
Lamplight shared
against a night
that proved infinite.
Tar shining on the arc
to someone else's door.
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