mourning dove
do not say a word my love
let this moment stay awhile
like a painting on loan
temporarily free for all to see
one night I dreamed we kissed
beneath artificial lights
our surreal solitary star
undetected yet pulsating
once morning arrives
I awake to singing voices
projecting shadows
on my wall of memory
october two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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wow.
thank you
Love the melancholy atmosphere of this one 🙂
Thank you, Lily.