Noctiphany
I dream’t you on the pillow beside me
lips silent, only our eyes speaking.
Hands clasped, imaginations free.
As the night continued aging
Our souls grew more unruly
Till our love did bend its wing.
But when the sun arose, my bed was empty.
In silence I mourned knowing
Last night would remain a noctiphany
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