A silver glow lines your delicate form

as we dance to the hymns of the new summer’s crickets.

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The grass trembles beneath your nimble feet

when you spin in the smoky wind.

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I will nestle in the long tresses of your ruby hair

and hide from time’s watchful eye.

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Moths circle in flocks, for they see our yearning as it really is;

a spout of light pouring into the on looking stars. (The shining embers that mark our youth)

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They cling to us. Cloaks of spores, flowing like creeks,

cascading in the wisps of campfire.

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We abandon our carved idols and earthly trinkets,

stumbling, wild-eyed in the dark.

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Tonight is for the neverlasting present,

and the merry circles we spin in its guise.

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Her faun eyes were gleaming.

I am but a simple creature. (Oh, go running again little boy)

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Spin me a cocoon

and tonight let the sleep come lightly.