"I've loved the stars too fondly to fear the night,"
Try as hard as you may,
Between us
It will never seem right.
I've been printing pages of circles that were once you and I
(In my room by this fresh blue moon's light)
Lush green spirals in ivy labyrinths
are between us now,
what lies in the centre was all the hope we wanted.
Try as we may to call to each other in our secret language,
made for twin spirits
we are lost
in the mists of our unconscious,
for our speech was too hidden,
one shrouded pile atop another,
and in our darkness,
neither
you nor i
want to be seen.
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