tonight, i cast off my sobriety
to revel in the mysteries of the night
magic tricks in the mind of a dancer
that has long courted words
what is passing has been good,
tomorrow it will have been good
I cannot argue with has happened
it did, for it was, without any prompting
on my part, only a certain lust to keep living
there are moments where reflection is difficult to bear
there are moments where smiles place themselves upon our lips
i think of you, often, many times a day
i would keep you were you to be mine to keep
but alas we are but tiny atoms soon to be blasted
deep into the memories of a time long to come
i have read the books again dear friend, i have marveled
at the words and images long held sacred, i speak our language once more
if we are to pass this midnight without the graces
of our mutual touch, then let me kiss your lips with my fingers
let us remember the madness that chases and binds us towards
many happy returns
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