I can't read you
Your eyes closed
Lids hooded
Your heart is closed to me
Fleeting touch of your fingers
Race across my skin
Fleeting beats of my heart
Within my chest
You flee from me into darkness
Your lips have never touched mine
Nor have I held your hand in mine
Yet in my mind you linger
Like the frost of a cold morning
Before the sun rises to melt it away
Across the sky you and I
Will sail away
You and I, a mist of twilight fog
Burned by the brightness
Of the truth of the morning sun
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