A stream of light cuts
through the night
Reflected outline sways
Electric sheen a
mirrored beam
That takes me into day
I know that now that
fantasy’s gone,
Don’t make it stay away,
Please tell me it’s not
just a prop,
this clarity will never
stop,
That shadows won’t come
today;
No shadows here today.
But it’s just me, that
I can see,
In backlit windowed
haze,
Though sometimes there,
an image shared,
may just be there for
me;
may just be there for
you;
may just be there
for me.
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