Somewhere out on the water
Where the mist is thin
And the stars dance in in the black quiet ripples
I have lost my thoughts of her
Out there among the fireflies
And sleeping birds
The echoes of my forgetfulness
Smell as sweet as those closed purple flowers
Hiding in the darkness
And the faraway moon
Makes the trees seem even taller
And me even lonelier
Than the last time I came here
To look for her
©04.15.18 ebn
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