In a land vacant of shadows

by Tripp   Apr 26, 2010


When the light falls, it falls unto her
in her glowing benevolence,
naught falls to measure

her eyes like crystals, they glimmer in the night
"once in a blue moon" has never seemed so right
...for this blue moon is now his to hold tight

She sought light that yet always graced her skin
not yet aware, that the light comes from within
a penetrating light, that shines straight on in
a penetrating light, that has led her to him

Golden petals shower the ground at her feet
in the golden light she glows - replete
into her golden light he will go - complete.

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