Frost Dusk
If perhaps the world would cease
To tug so painfully at my senses
Forcing the feeling from my bones
Then I would know why, when
You fold a tissue it can reach
The moon, and then I could
Know when my eyes would
Dim and brighten in the light
Of forgotten memories relived
There the time that trips over
My small feet will recall pain
And pleasure it gave me, the
Mercy of tiny hands stroking
The dirt from a child's hair
As midnight falls on the earth
Casting a shadow of doubt
On lover's hearts, midnight
The catalyst for unknown hearts
To reach out for a foreign
Thought, without distance
Then hands begging for
Peace fall idle, and I
Turn to watch the final
Light die in the sky
My curiosity piqued at such
A thing, cold childish fingers
Carving arcane symbols
Breath held in warm anticipation
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