The Light

You come to me with words. I reach out
and touch the fleeing light. We’re both singers.
Although only one of us sings.

Tomorrow is a specter not yet believable.
Ask me again in the morning,
if I will share the light with you.

The light enters the room. Our hearts wake.
Everything is golden and invaluable.
Won’t you share this dream with me?

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