-With the blinds dancing
in the night’s breeze,
my heavy eyes collapse
and I’m off to somewhere else.
This place, there is beauty,
there is memory, the memories,
every moment that I’d wished
I’d been able to capture,
not so merely in the mind, but
on film, in the grains of silver.
These images, all of you;
they are you, one smile to another;
the moments in which I felt your
breath in my lungs as I breathed.
They come back to me as you twirl,
the you I carry with me,
through dreams and the many moments
through the day, in which all other
thoughts become muted.
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