I write to the night that avails me
By my pen, so my muse does fate in my words
Depth, that derives from my essence
Haunting me deep as my restlessness stirs.

unnoticed is the ripening beauty of
my sweet enchanter
at intervals with yesterday's vagueness to
tomorrow's dawn
i bore her- ever beautiful
from the garden you laid out before you left
she reminds me of a time
when sunsets meant the world to me
when i would spend each of them
holding you
yet sadly, she'll go unnoticed
for i am far too mesmerized
by this day's vaporous eventide
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